Evans Cycles, well played.

Evans are not the cheapest store around, although they do price match so can be competitive, but the retail service I’ve had has always been good from them.

Today is another one of those days.

My Garmin edge 1000 stopped working in Scotland just before Christmas. I took it into Evans where I bought it (£435 is not to be written off that easily) and they didn’t argue at all about it, they sent it straight back to wherever to be repaired. I was told I would hear back in about four weeks…

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Been away, going home today

It’s been a long time, in the words of led Zeppelin. We headed up here to Falkirk for work on a Sunday so today is our 11th day away. The combination of working days and then a few nights for some of it, then back to a day shift to finish off has done me in sleep nowise, so here I am 4am wide awake and I’ll be knackered by 8pm.

I did get to ride Bertie a couple of days, once to Edinburgh and once to Glasgow along the Forth and Clyde canal.

I’ve seen the Falkirk wheel and the Kelpies so it hasn’t been a non stop work thing, both are amazing spectacles but I really want to go home now.

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Garmin, you’re a useless piece of junk

I have a Garmin edge 1000. The princely sum of £450 for something on the handlebars that has a worse touch screen than a first generation mobile.

I was already unimpressed with its ability to lose track of all satellites or sensors, to not be able to route from one station to another in central London or to reroute through the middle of pedestrianised town centres of you deviate for a closed road, not what you need in a hurry.

Now after going out in the rain for the first time, with the rubber bung in place over the port the whole time and drying out before being plugged in, it won’t see the charging cable and has gone flat, probably forever.

I don’t even see how to get a repair sorted on the support site.

Seriously, it’s junk.

A great day out..

You know those ideas that seem great at the time, then just before the event not so much. It was one of those.
A fellow member of the London Brompton club has a cycling challenge ongoing at work and needed to get some more miles in. Would anyone like to join him on a 150-200km jaunt on Bromptons?
Being of the school of thought that adventures only ever happen when you say “yes” I dived in.
So, there we were 8am Sunday morning about to ride 200km, 3 Bromptons and one roadie starting from “Look Mum No Hands”, a cycling cafe workshop place in Old Street.


After about 20km we came to a roundabout near high beech when the roadie following up the back was rear ended by a cyclist not connected with us. He wasn’t moving and yet the guy that rear ended him said it was his own fault. Explain that if you can. This broke his rear disc so we unbolted his caliper to get him mobile to the local station and carried on.

The rest of the ride was relatively uneventful but the scenery was amazing, through Epping and up to Great Dunmow. I have never seen so many thatched roofs in one day, or dead squirrels at the side of the road.

We had a lunch and tea break about 11am, the Brompton being the usual conversation starter with other cyclists at what seems a popular cyclists tea shop.
Please note, real tea with strainer!

A bit later in there was a pub stop, which we left after just the one pint – just as the pub was closing at 5pm, whoever heard of that in this day and age?! Strange things happen In The country.

We eventually returned back at 9pm to “Look Mum No Hands” for a couple of quick ciders befire heading off our own ways. Tired but grateful for a superb days weather and great riding.

And that was that.. 204km in 10h riding, 13 hours jaunt.. loved it.