
Today was my first proper ride since my collarbone plate removal operation five weeks ago. I had assumed after all this time off the bike I would return to a dramatic weather change but it was 5°C when we left at 7:30am. I was going to go out with just a jersey but had to go for both arm and leg warmers as well as a thermal base layer, gutted.
Just as we had regained feeling in our fingers and toes Beynon went and got himself a puncture, he swapped tubes, pumped up with a mini pump and it went straight back down again, didn’t check inside the tyre for glass, see. Luckily JT had a cO2 canister thing and another tube so we were on our way after too much delay. I’m deffo getting some cO2!

I was eager on my first climb in 6 weeks and shot up it pretty sharpish, it felt pretty good. We passed a TT race around about here, those guys are gruuuuuumpy and I didn’t get any nods, waves or owt. So many of the dudes racing were FAT! They had the aero bike, the aero suit, the aero helmet and a fucking great big barrel where their belly should be. I can’t hold a good pace for toffee but there is no way those guys are faster than I am, maybe I will enter a TT but I’ll have to fashion a helmet out of a chip shop cone.

The run up to the Rhigos is pretty cool, you get a good look at the climb for a while before it really ramps up. JT is fairly new to the road bike thing and started to struggle a bit around here, I held back with him because I was feeling a bit myself. It’s amazing how quickly you lose your form when you are just pissing about on the bike path a couple of times a week.

Up and down the Rhigos and we stopped in Treorchy for snacks. I had a pack of pickled onion Space Raiders and a whole pack of digestive cream biscuits, both from the menu of champions.

Next up was The Bwlch, I’d never done it from this side before and didn’t want to push it too hard because I’d felt a bit of cramp trying it’s best in my thighs. Again I held back for a bit with JT but inside I was like Scrappy Doo at the sight of a ghost, haha. I took off, caught up with Beynon then zipped off as fast I could manage. I was making fairly good time considering how pathetic my legs were feeling then something horrible happened. The chap above overtook me, I have never ever, not even once, been overtaken on a climb before but this guy rode past like it was nothing (which it wouldn’t have been normally), at least he was polite and said hello as he passed, the bastard.

At the top we waited for JT to catch up, the view was nice. Click the photo above to view it larger.

JT arrived pretty soon, he was hurting but kept on truckin’ like a trooper.

This is painted on The Bwlch, ‘Welcome to the Valleys’ may sound nice but in reality it is the Welsh equivalent of ‘Don’t Mess with Texas’.

The tiny little dot off in the distance is Beynon, eager to hit the decent. I rolled down it at 30mph trying my best to avoid any danger. I’m not supposed to ride for at least another 3 weeks but I won’t tell the doctor if you don’t.
My power was diminishing, JT’s was in the minuses and Beynon seemed fine during the last 20 miles. We got there in the end and I rounded the ride up to 66.6 miles (4400ft of climbing) by going past my pad and up the road a bit before stopping the Garmin. You gotta round up to a decent number!
Check out the ride data on Strava or Ride with GPS.