Post by peterbryson on Jan 20, 2007 23:36:46 GMT 1
Another week another six feet of rain, still the mornings are usually nice. So it was this morning, clear skies out of Killyleagh, cold with a south easternly that would knock 6 mph off with one gust, then change direction and hit you from the south blowing you into the path of that early Saturday morning driver, trying to light his first smoke of the day whilst talking to his optician on the mobile.
Ronnie Marcus, Hamilton, Peter B, and Nigel fresh from his 6 week vacation, left Ballynahich at 10:15, headed towards Downpatrick via more wee roads I have never been on in my life, eventually crossing the main road and on out to the coast via Tyrella, following the A2 up towards Ardglass, the wind was thankfully with us most of the way but when we got to the coast a turn in the road would bring a blast roughly like Alex Fergusons rumoured half time talks.
The sea was it's angry winter best at full tide, the Mournes in the distance, it all nearly made me look around myself. Out of the wind the pace crept up, we left Nigel at Tyrella and Hamilton at Ardglass. 8 miles outside Strangford, the speed was hitting 28, the wind at you back makes you believe you can ride a bike and then Alex Ferguson turns up again and it all gets a bit more real.
Lunch in Strangford and then up the hill towards the Quoile into the wind, turned North up to Killyleagh with Ronnie and Marcus heading towards Crossgar. I had 60 and a 17.5 average. In the door and it began to rain, you gotta love that.
Ronnie Marcus, Hamilton, Peter B, and Nigel fresh from his 6 week vacation, left Ballynahich at 10:15, headed towards Downpatrick via more wee roads I have never been on in my life, eventually crossing the main road and on out to the coast via Tyrella, following the A2 up towards Ardglass, the wind was thankfully with us most of the way but when we got to the coast a turn in the road would bring a blast roughly like Alex Fergusons rumoured half time talks.
The sea was it's angry winter best at full tide, the Mournes in the distance, it all nearly made me look around myself. Out of the wind the pace crept up, we left Nigel at Tyrella and Hamilton at Ardglass. 8 miles outside Strangford, the speed was hitting 28, the wind at you back makes you believe you can ride a bike and then Alex Ferguson turns up again and it all gets a bit more real.
Lunch in Strangford and then up the hill towards the Quoile into the wind, turned North up to Killyleagh with Ronnie and Marcus heading towards Crossgar. I had 60 and a 17.5 average. In the door and it began to rain, you gotta love that.
