The cycling turned out to be a revelation. Quiet roads with sprawling, rugged vistas and some of the toughest terrain you can imagine. The section between Cross Hills and Hebden Bridge sticks in the memory. There is no flat, it is ramp after ramp of 20%+ leg munching climbs with daredevil, pad chewing descents. It often featured at the end of a 100, 200km or more ride up and down the superstars of the Dales. It was only 25km and every time I would think “only an hour to home” and, of course, it was always significantly more! While I was in the UK I was fortunate enough to find time to ride in Wales, Devon, Cornwall, Somerset and even the South East, although the latter hardly rates as a highlight!
Being in the UK also gave me the advantage of being only a 2 hour flight away from some of cycling’s most renowned peaks, such as the Galibier and Alpe d’Huez. It also provided me the opportunity to see the Tour de France in the flesh instead of the via the graveyard shift on TV.
I left calling 2014 the year of “discovery” and came back to 2015 and the year of “for enjoyment”. It really was a year where I rediscovered why I ride. Here are my personal riding highlights with a link to the full write-up.
It's no surprise that I thank my ever supportive and patient family for allowing me the time to follow my passion! Even the car drivers of the UK deserve thanks for not once giving me a hard time and being courteous with me in those little lanes. Even that lot in the South East of a very crowded isle were just in a rush and never made me feel unsafe!