If I woke up as a teenager my Bosch motor would be ‘magically gone’!That reminds me that when I was a teenager I had warts on my hands… one day I woke up and they were magically all gone!
Mile-high teenage magic …
If I woke up as a teenager my Bosch motor would be magically gone!
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1962: somewhere faraway.Although the Berry family lived at the coast, half of my races were held 'inland' where ascents were not up mountains but out of the enormous valleys which we had just descended at RabH-esque speed. This was so very, very long ago that there were still half-mile markers along the road. The holy grail of every teenage Jacques Anquetil-wannabe was to cover the distance between them in under thirty seconds. It happened a few times.
My father's wartime souvenirs included a tick-tick-tick stopwatch which I clipped to my handlebar (obscured by the water bottle), the altimeter my mother was holding and the Leica used to take this photo and from which only death could part him.
Great story and photo!Mile-high teenage magic …
If I woke up as a teenager my Bosch motor would be ‘magically gone’!
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1962: somewhere faraway.Although the Berry family lived at the coast, half of my races were held 'inland' where ascents were not up mountains but out of the enormous valleys which we had just descended at RabH-esque speed. This was so very, very long ago that there were still half-mile markers along the road. The holy grail of every teenage Jacques Anquetil-wannabe was to cover the distance between them in under thirty seconds. It happened a few times.
My father's wartime souvenirs included a tick-tick-tick stopwatch which I clipped to my handlebar (obscured by the water bottle), the altimeter my mother was holding and the Leica used to take this photo and from which only death could part him.
These days I am happy to merely wake up. Why the Altimeter? Part of your hill climb training regimen ?Mile-high teenage magic …
If I woke up as a teenager my Bosch motor would be ‘magically gone’!
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1962: somewhere faraway.Although the Berry family lived at the coast, half of my races were held 'inland' where ascents were not up mountains but out of the enormous valleys which we had just descended at RabH-esque speed. This was so very, very long ago that there were still half-mile markers along the road. The holy grail of every teenage Jacques Anquetil-wannabe was to cover the distance between them in under thirty seconds. It happened a few times.
My father's wartime souvenirs included a tick-tick-tick stopwatch which I clipped to my handlebar (obscured by the water bottle), the altimeter my mother was holding and the Leica used to take this photo and from which only death could part him.
Yes, it is. Strangely enough, friends of mine to who I offer a group ride using my e-bikes are reluctant to take the offer. Are they afraid? Intimidated? Think they might like e-cycling too much afterwards? I don't know. I'm so glad my brother has accepted my lending him my e-bikes and we can ride together when he is not too busy, and he regularly uses one of my e-bikes for daily commute.I will say that it is, without a doubt, fun to share an ebike,
I do hate descending... Always think I might fall. Besides, it is nice to see you in person. You are not afraid to show your face in your pics!Descending is an important cycling skill... and a ton of fun if done correctly!
Haha! If you just knew how hard I work to make my English passable here on the Forumthe 'pest' (Stefan's word)
Love that photograph! Henri Cartier-Bresson would be proud! It has the Decisive Moment written all over it!Mile-high teenage magic …
If I woke up as a teenager my Bosch motor would be ‘magically gone’!
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1962: somewhere faraway.Although the Berry family lived at the coast, half of my races were held 'inland' where ascents were not up mountains but out of the enormous valleys which we had just descended at RabH-esque speed. This was so very, very long ago that there were still half-mile markers along the road. The holy grail of every teenage Jacques Anquetil-wannabe was to cover the distance between them in under thirty seconds. It happened a few times.
My father's wartime souvenirs included a tick-tick-tick stopwatch which I clipped to my handlebar (obscured by the water bottle), the altimeter my mother was holding and the Leica used to take this photo and from which only death could part him.
Amazing photo David, so retro!Mile-high teenage magic …
If I woke up as a teenager my Bosch motor would be ‘magically gone’!
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1962: somewhere faraway.Although the Berry family lived at the coast, half of my races were held 'inland' where ascents were not up mountains but out of the enormous valleys which we had just descended at RabH-esque speed. This was so very, very long ago that there were still half-mile markers along the road. The holy grail of every teenage Jacques Anquetil-wannabe was to cover the distance between them in under thirty seconds. It happened a few times.
My father's wartime souvenirs included a tick-tick-tick stopwatch which I clipped to my handlebar (obscured by the water bottle), the altimeter my mother was holding and the Leica used to take this photo and from which only death could part him.
You "read" native English speaker to me, Stefan, and I'm a retired ESL/English instructorYes, it is. Strangely enough, friends of mine to who I offer a group ride using my e-bikes are reluctant to take the offer. Are they afraid? Intimidated? Think they might like e-cycling too much afterwards? I don't know. I'm so glad my brother has accepted my lending him my e-bikes and we can ride together when he is not too busy, and he regularly uses one of my e-bikes for daily commute.
It is a strange world.
(On the other hand, people who own an e-bike are willing to ride together with me).
I do hate descending... Always think I might fall. Besides, it is nice to see you in person. You are not afraid to show your face in your pics!
Haha! If you just knew how hard I work to make my English passable here on the ForumSometimes I figure out I placed a wrong word in a context. The English dictionary is always on my screen!
Thank you!Stunning photo, El Rojo! Bravo!
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It doesn't seem likely that a bridge here could be subject to water damage judging by the Summer water flow, but the South Yuba river becomes a raging torrent in the late winter when heavy local rains on saturated soils combine with early lower elevation snowmelt from the nearby Sierra Nevada mountains.
They do something similar at the American River Fish Hatchery, out by 3PM or locked in! Actually there's a sensor on the pavement that will let you out, but not it, after 3PM!Exploring West Mazovian and Cuyavian Forests
I was desperate on last Friday: The weather forecast reported rainfall or thunderstorms at all large forest areas accessible by short driving for Saturday. Finally, I managed to find a single area located around 100 km from my place and (hopefully) rain-free: The Gostynin-Włocławek Landscape Park. The woods there are shared by Mazovia and Cuyavia-Pomoria. I reached Gostynin (which is the most western of Mazovian cities) at Saturday's noon. I parked my car at some parking lot and the future trouble* started: A guy leaving the property with his truck told me they didn't let "alien" cars park at their property but after he heard I was from Central Mazovia and was interested with riding "beautiful Gostynin woods" the guy relented and let me leave my car there. It was drizzling when I began my ride.
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Half an hour later: At the Przytomne (Conscious) Lake. The rain had already stopped. It was pretty cold (14 C/57 F) though. I was wearing full-finger gloves!
It was the first off-road part. The area is rolling there. I met two guys, a father and son on high-class MTBs, studying the map (I wonder how it comes people using paper maps are never able to find their way...) I greeted them and -- smiling -- asked how their sand-riding (the area is terribly sandy) was. The son looked at me with aversion and said with disgust:
-- That's OK. You shouldn't complain as you're riding an e-bike! -- to which I smiled even more and replied -- I don't complain at all!
I could understand the young man's feelings: His dad had bought him his dream: a 150-mm travel sus fork, 2.6" tyre MTB and there comes an elderly clown (that's me) who rides an equally good, but e-bike, and asks him how his wet-sand-riding wasAll in all, I explained the topography to the guys and escaped the scene.
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At the Lubiechowskie Lake. I regret I hadn't taken my swim trunks with me!
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Ms Mummy has handlebars so weird even I wouldn't have dared to use it
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A scarecrow.
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The proof I was in the Włocławek County. (Włocławek is one of major cities of Cuyavia).
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Such nice a fire-road. The 500 Wh battery in my Giant is just a joke. It is probably good for riding groomed single-tracks but not for serious tourism. I had to ride all paved roads and part of off-road in the Eco mode (PAS 1), or I wouldn't make the 60 km trip on the battery. I rode the sand with the 150% Basic mode, and closed the loop with 5% battery left! (Getting me a spare 625 Wh battery now).
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I'm very fond of such views.
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I was trying to demonstrate with the photo how sandy the roads were there but failed. At some forest crossing, I was politely stopped by a teacher who was a leader of a teenager group-ride. He of course had a paper map and got lost. We both consulted my digital maps and the group was savedMeanwhile, the pupils were studying my Monster (and me, a mysterious knight on his beautiful steed) in awe
I wonder how could that group pass these sands later... (I had some ride-stability issues there myself!)
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Cuyavia is famous of their cereal production. There is even a song: "Wey-hey! A ship was on its course from Gdynia to Hull; Wey-hey! With its holds full of wheat from Cuyavian fields!" (The ship had eventually drowned). The field seen here is already in Mazovia though, and the road is the border between Cuyavia and Mazovia.
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A huge linden tree. The Polish name of the tree is "lipa" and the name of month of July (lipiec) means "the month of linden trees".
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A stork feeding in the meadow. The bird was absolutely not afraid; storks are sacred in Poland. I asked it to fly but the bird refused doing that
*) The Final Trouble
When I reached the parking lot, my car turned out to be alone there and two exits were locked with a chain and sturdy padlocks! Oh no! It was even not possible to ride out through the curb, as it was protected with decorative boulders and plants! I remained calm. Unhurriedly, I packed my bike and the other stuff back into my car and went to inspect the chain and the padlock.
It was a fake. The padlock was there just to make an impression: the chain was just hanging on a hook
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Ride map.
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Within Europe.
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Ride stats.