Cambridge
Today we went for a test ride on the new (to us) bike.
We headed to the university town of Cambridge.
We tested out our luggage systems and got to grips with being on a different style of bike than what we are used to. The bike is very nice to ride. Being a road bike compared to an adventure bike it is much more sure footed and nimble on tarmac. An easy bike to ride but being 9 years old you realise how much things have moved on especially in the electronics dept. No hill start assist or self cancelling indicators, cruise control or tyre pressure monitoring. None of it is needed but you do get used to the creature comforts. So first stop was a tank of gas and to pump up the tyres. After choosing from an array of petrol options I headed to the tyre pump and had to pay a pound just to pump up two tyres. It was worth it though as the bike was transformed.
We arrived at Cambridge and Robyn thought the ride was a bit harsh, so some adjustments to the suspension settings and it was much better. On the bike at home I can do this with the push of a button but back to the manual adjustment with this one.
What an amazing place Cambridge is, such history with buildings stretching back to the 12th century.
Absolutely packed with tourists at this time of the year but what an incredible place it must be to study.
We had a wander about, taking in the sites but we really only scratched the surface of this fascinating place.
After a bite to eat we began the journey back to Chelmsford.
The roads are so busy over here, you need your wits about you at all times.
Sometimes you do feel your age. Karen asked me to get a couple of things for the supermarket so off I went happily to the local Tescos a short walk away. It is a reasonable sized store and I walked right round it trying to find tinfoil. Nowhere could I see it so I traipsed the length of the store to ask at the info counter to be told it was in the farthest away aisle from where we were. I got the tinfoil and then back to the self checkout where I loaded my items on the wrong side of the machine and wondered why it wouldn’t work. The nice young man helped me out and patiently explained to me the error of my ways.
A BBQ had been organised by Karen, her mum and dad arrived and we had fantastic meal in the garden, lots of laughs and great company
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Don’t worry Mark, I load my shopping on the wrong side… often! Maybe it’s mum brain though 🤭 Nice to get back into manual mode with the bike.
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