Is there any such thing as a good abort? Probably not, because the 'abort' is basically the termination of a ride, the cancellation of a bit of leisure time. Perhaps the phrase I'm looking for is a 'timely abort'. Although 'timely' implies of the moment and my abort this morning was certainly not timely: I didn't check out the weather, see that it was about to pour down and then rattle off an abort text to Andy. Far from it. Mine was, if you like, pre-meditated. I knew I was going to do it, although, admittedly, I hesitated because I wasn't sure. In the end, however, I sent the text because I knew there was a lot happening today and that a ride would just be too much.
After sending the abort I jumped back into bed and then, around 45 minutes later, I got out of bed. The clocks had gone forward an hour. I had porridge as always and a cup of tea and then I messed around on the computer. Later I went out, bought a Google Chromebook, on which I am writing this note.
Yesterday was great. The weather was wonderful. It was almost like a summer's day. We rode the slow way to the Tatsfield Bus Stop, but never reached it. We cycled a fair way up Beddlestead Lane and stopped by the mobile phone mast on the right to take a different shot than the one we might have taken at the bus stop. We've run out of ideas at the bus stop, having taken every possible shot at least twice. We decided not to push on to the bus stop, but to stay put and drink our tea, watching the Lycra Monkeys exert themselves as we took in a few rays and sipped from our mugs of tea. I wonder what they must have thought as they puffed past us, exerting themselves unnecessarily, and spotting Andy and I, not wearing Lycra, taking things easy. It was pleasant. There were blue skies and it was warm We discussed Brexit, quite sensibly, I thought, and then headed towards Clarks Lane, turning right instead of left. Andy parted company at The Ridge and, as usual, I continued along the 269, using the off-road path and then joining the road at the roundabout close to Warlingham Sainsbury's where I would later buy my Chromebook (they have an Argos store). We vowed to meet the following day, but didn't because I aborted. It was Mother's Day, people were coming over. Charged with the simple task of heating up a few pizzas, I messed up, probably because it had been so long since I last ate a pizza that I simply forgot the procedure. Anyway, I won't bore you with the details, but I will say that we only ate one of the three pizzas purchased.
Sunday wasn't as pleasant weatherwise as Saturday. In fact, it was cold and rainy as I crossed the car park clasping my new Chromebook, but things started to brighten up in the afternoon. As I write this, the sun is shining.
I'll be back on the bike next week.
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| Our bikes, Beddlestead Lane, Saturday 30 March 2019 |
Yesterday was great. The weather was wonderful. It was almost like a summer's day. We rode the slow way to the Tatsfield Bus Stop, but never reached it. We cycled a fair way up Beddlestead Lane and stopped by the mobile phone mast on the right to take a different shot than the one we might have taken at the bus stop. We've run out of ideas at the bus stop, having taken every possible shot at least twice. We decided not to push on to the bus stop, but to stay put and drink our tea, watching the Lycra Monkeys exert themselves as we took in a few rays and sipped from our mugs of tea. I wonder what they must have thought as they puffed past us, exerting themselves unnecessarily, and spotting Andy and I, not wearing Lycra, taking things easy. It was pleasant. There were blue skies and it was warm We discussed Brexit, quite sensibly, I thought, and then headed towards Clarks Lane, turning right instead of left. Andy parted company at The Ridge and, as usual, I continued along the 269, using the off-road path and then joining the road at the roundabout close to Warlingham Sainsbury's where I would later buy my Chromebook (they have an Argos store). We vowed to meet the following day, but didn't because I aborted. It was Mother's Day, people were coming over. Charged with the simple task of heating up a few pizzas, I messed up, probably because it had been so long since I last ate a pizza that I simply forgot the procedure. Anyway, I won't bore you with the details, but I will say that we only ate one of the three pizzas purchased.
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| Yours truly (left) with Andy Smith, who took both photographs |
Sunday wasn't as pleasant weatherwise as Saturday. In fact, it was cold and rainy as I crossed the car park clasping my new Chromebook, but things started to brighten up in the afternoon. As I write this, the sun is shining.
I'll be back on the bike next week.
