When you think the universe is conspiring against you

It has been quite some time since I had a ride out on the Fat Bike, well one of them.  It has been a case of just when I think I am feeling ok I get a sniffle, which leads to a cough, then my throat and ears start acting up. I can always tell when I am going to come down with something as I get an itch in one of my ears, then earache and then this horrendous throat. I never used to be like this, it's just since having all that horrible treatment.
 
Anyhoo I am not going to let a measly sore throat stop me from going out. So plans were for today, pop on my spiffing new  Icon Shorts and Jersey alongside my new Icon Back Pack and head out for a spin on my Silverback Synergy Fat Bike.

Liking my new matching Icon kit

 At the moment I am really struggling socket wise. My last BTK socket which I received from Pace Rehab is no longer fitting. Due to the fact I have not been riding and I have been eating way to much chocolate and Moams I am basically a fat git. Something needs to be done hence starting to motivate myself to get out on the bike and get into a regular routine. Also aiming to get back into swimming now my immunity is a little more on track.

Getting back to the socket situation. As I desperately wanted to go out I decided to try and use my everyday socket alongside my BTK Crossover with new Integrated Cams. I initially thought everything was ok, may be a little tight on my hip, however after about a mile I experienced severe chaffing right on my hip, resulting in a skinned area....Ouch!. Unwilling to give in I about turned and rode home, thinking may be I could rotate the socket and knee a little. This appeared to do the trick, it wasn't quite as sore and I proceeded to head out on my adventure.

I rode over to South Moor and headed for the Black Path, leading up to Langley View , where the old brick flats used to be. Man I could sure tell I had not been out on the bike in like ages. Last time I ventured up this way I believe was in my last blog entry and that was on my electric bike. I rode up in top gear and was not out of breath at all, just shows how much the ebike helps you with. I used to consider them cheating, however now consider them a great tool for just having an enjoyable jaunt out. No need to beast yourself and they are great if you are may be not as fit as you were or struggle riding longer distances.

At the top of the black path, named because it used to be black, obviously. Sure I have mentioned this before. There used to be huge coal slag heaps and the coal dust made the path way black. There is now a sign post, which indicates what is called the South Moor Heritage Trail.

South Moor Heritage Trail

 I turned left at the sign and headed downward towards what is called Shield Row Drift Mine. I do not know enough about the area, or as to why the mine was called Shield Row. I mean Shield Row is way off over the other side of Stanley. May be someone who reads this and is in the know could explain.

Ahhhhggggg there is a geet big hole

As I approached the "drift" as we used to call it I branched of right and headed through the woodland. This has been cut back in certain areas and just does not look as pretty at all. Sure it will grow back, well hope it does as it is a nice route, with all the wild flowers and trees. As I headed along the winding path I kind of felt my rear end feeling a bit sketchy. Upon closer inspection I thought I had a puncture. " Awww crap" Typical, new back pack on and in my haste to get out didn't put any real gear in. It has been ages since I had a puncture, Grrrrr dodgy socket, sore hip and throat and now a puncture. Never mind I was not going to let it dampen my mood. I thought "It's not the universe conspiring against me it's just plain old physics and nothing that couldn't be sorted, especially the puncture as I have a secret weapon, he's called "The Ern". My dad is a bit like the RAC or AA, but exclusively for me. One quick phone call and we arranged to meet up at Quakies and the bus turning circle. I rode frantically to get there before my tire was proper flat.

Super Ern

When Ern arrived not long after we had a quick examination of my tire and couldn't really see any thorns or stuff that may have caused the tire to deflate. So Ern just used our track pump to pop a bit of air in my tire and off I went on my merry way. Of course I gave my dad a farewell hug as well he is a bit of a star when it comes to doing stuff for me.

  

Wild ponies, they won't come to the fence, the cows on the other hand

Checking out the cows who were checking out me

Yoooo Hooooo

I then continued to have a nice tootle around Chapman Wells Nature reserve, planning my route so that I would take in the off road, rocky uphill route. I just wanted to have a go at doing a bit of gentle climbing, it is good to get the old lungs working and will aid in me becoming fit and hopefully getting rid of this unwanted Shwalbe, Maxxis or whatever other tire you would like to refer to it by around my gut. Mind you I take offence at being called a Michelin man.

Out the saddle up a canny hill, with loads of small rocks

Trying to get a bit traction

Does my bum look big in these shorts?

At the top of Wilka's bank a lovely rally down the steep hill "Wheeeee", then up the other side of the Moor. I decided to pop in to the Haven Community Centre and see if some of the people I used to visit when I was doing my voluntary walk group were there. And yes indeed they were. I was invited in for a lovely cup of tea and a bit of a catch up which was smashing.

Back on the bike I headed up the back of South Moor passing my old school Greenlands. There is a bit of a debate going on as someone has tried applying for planning permission to make it into a 109 bed hostel. Not a good idea for the community as there are already a lot of outsiders and riff raff ruining poor South Moor. It appears to be a dumping ground for undesirables. I was pretty much brought up in South Moor and still have fond memories, so seeing it's demise is very sad.


Once at the top of the South Moor, and at  the "Arch" again I don't know why it is called this, always just has been. I turned towards Stanley, a place I affectionately call Mordor and headed down the front street. It is Market day on a Thursday and it always appears to be busy. From there it was a ride through underground tunnel and onto Wear Road, down the Bank to Durham Road and home. My tire appeared to have stayed up, will check it tomorrow and see if it is a slow puncture.