The Car, The Bikes And The Four Of Us
As I promised yesterday, here is the tale of our adventure to Eastbourne.
Mr. Boyfriend and I have acquired the habit of cycling every weekend if the weather is appropriate (read that as: No pouring rain, everything else is fine). I love spending time outside with him and I also love the feeling of accomplishment I get every time after cycling. And it's fun, most of the time. Then, a few weeks back we acquired two sets of roof bike racks, so that we can take the bikes with us almost anywhere. Since then we've been looking for an opportunity to try them out and go somewhere far and distant. Like Eastbourne. And when two of our friends decided to join us, the plan was set in motion.
Or adventure started first in front of our house. Since none of us had ever used such time of bike racks before we had to play around with them for good one hour before figuring out the best possible way to secure the bikes on top of the car. Four bikes on top of a car is no funny business at all, I can assure you. After we managed to arrange everything we drove to Berwick - a tiny village half-way between Brighton and Eastborne. While 50 kilometers are just fine for me, doing a full, 100 km round trip from Brighton to Eastborne, would've been a tad too much for my fitness at the moment.
Dismounting the car, disassembling the roof rack structure, reassembling the bikes, mounting the bikes and off we go. Most of our trip was through a pictures forest root, surrounded by nothing but wilderness. A few times we came across people riding their horses on a sunny Saturday afternoon. How very English, right? The whole trip to Eastbourne was on a slight downhill so we were more than happy to cruise in a very leisurely manner. It took us hour and a half to reach to Eastborne and after the sorrow lunch described yesterday, we headed back to the car.
Going slightly up-hill wasn't much of a bother since the wind was in our backs, making it ever so easy and nice. Before we managed to get tired we were again in the beautiful forest, where cycling is a feast for the eyes and before we knew it - we were back at the car, ready to go back home.
43.6km in total with average speed of our slowest group member being 17 km/h I pronounce this experience a success. I don't mind doing this again, but this time with better lunch. Oh, and with faster speed!
You can't get lost if you don't know where you're going...
