Close call, or just perfect timing?

Not the post I was going to write, a bit unplanned really and it all revolves around friends and food.
It all started yesterday after the gym. I called at my friends cafe to start the day with an early morning healthy breakfast of salmon, eggs, spinach etc and ended up with this perfect beast.

Mmmm! Yummy gooey perfection. Then went round to my local music store to see how a friend had connected up his new/old TEAC reel to reel. You wouldn't believe it,  perfect. Even customers in the shop were commenting on the quality of the sound and how easy and natural it was to listen to.

Jump forward to today and after getting home after the last of my Christmas shopping and I get a phone call from a friend.
"Hi, would you like to come round to mum and dads for Sunday dinner."
This post should be called friends and food!
This is what I got!!

All lovely, complete with a couple of glasses of wine. But, and there always is one, I'd decided to cycle down, using my bike as mode of transport, unglamorous, unsexy just functional. Now the last time I visited these friends in the summer, for a bbq I ended up getting very well oiled, cycling home in the early hrs of the morning, with a very ropey head torch, several large trout in my jersey pockets whilst dodging sci fi dogs with LEDs .

Back to tonight, my friends were insistent that they give me a lift home as it had started snowing but I was having non of it, so off I set. Into the rain, sleet, hail then snow.

Hmmm, half way home and it became obvious that the cold has sapped my battery more than expected.

But then out of the gloom! One of my local pubs. Ha ha!

So, in for a quick warm up, both me and my battery then on home.

Just as I got home, the red light of doom!

And then some really bad weather!

Close call? Nah,  perfect timing!

Anal v digit?

Analogue v digital, vinyl v cd, valves transistors, what is best? Have been thinking about this all weekend as am not racing because I have far too much green stuff in my nose and lungs; I really hate viruses! And, due to the fact that I live at over 1,000 feet, the northern weather has been shite for riding. Here is a pic of the climb out the back of where I live.

Beautiful, barren and bloody cold in the wind! What really gets the pulse going are the 50mph+ downhills with surface run off from the fields, that whilst only a foot or two wide with the odd one frozen certainly focuses the mind. Not wise to do when not on top form.

Well, back to the question, what is the best? I have gradually being rediscovering the delights of vinyl as a format for storing and listening to music. My friend had really pestered me to by a budget
turntable because she said, "You'll really love it and you can start collecting something else other than bikes and guitars." Well, a year later and I did as she suggested and it was nothing short of an
epiphany.

To put it into context I clearly remember an event that happened over 30 years ago. After spending all of my student grant on the best hi fi system I could find I can still remember the first CD players hitting the shops. I left university and spent my first pay cheque on a technics CD player, basking in the clarity of the horns on Simple Red's Holding Back The Years. That was it, CDs were the way forward, cars, Walkmans, the future was here and it was perfect in all its digital glory.

Fast forward to now and why I know vinyl is really, really the best...............for me! The reason why I have come to this conclusion is quite simple - emotions! When I first stared to notice music it was in vinyl format and the period was my early to late teens, some of the most emotionally formative years, or so I've been told. When I first listened to vinyl, the second time round (Hemispheres and
Strangeways Here We Come), I had an unexpected emotional response, a bit like the response I probably had the first time I heard them. But, it was not just the music it was the way in which it was reproduced with the limits of vinyl etc. Possible nostalgia but I think more to do with the whole listening experience which was more 'comforting' or 'familiar' for want of better terms. Anyway, I prefer it and am enjoying listening to music more. What's really weird is that I was reading an article by Billy Bragg recently in which he claims music for him was about rebellion, expression, searching etc and he thinks that has now been replaced by social media for a generation who don't look to music to poke the system. Interesting idea, not sure I agree but may help explain why somethings are going the way they are.

Anyway, got me thinking about how we come to the conclusion that certain  things are better than others when there are so many factors involved - often at a basic level, when I stumbled across this picture. It's obvious to me which one is best!!

It's obvious, for simple reasons, which one is best!

Highs, lows and highs again

I did say cyclocross is a sport that involved mud! Well on Saturday we got more than our fair share of it. The guys running lower tyre pressures seemed to be struggling more than those running slightly higher ones. Higher pressures cut through the surface layer of mud to find grip underneath. Well, what a race, got gridded again and it was an explosive start with riders quickly sorting themselves into some sort of order. Start of the second lap and the course was starting to really cut up. By this time I had forgotten about my poorly leg and started to really enjoy the conditions.

I could make up time where the course was more technical but was losing time on the flatter sections. Uphill and downhill great, flat - crap, same as when I used to time trial. Hmmm will have to think about that. Penultimate lap a faster rider who was struggling in the conditions caught up with me. We had a friendly chat, gasp, chat, gasp, grunt, snort chat then started to work together. He stuck the knife in on the flats and I demoralised him on the technical bits. Last lap he pulled away, then on a really slippery off-camber 180 degree turn I got past him and held on to sprint to the line, beating someone in a sprint finish (well mid pack moral victory) for the first time in years. We shook hands

after the race and re-lived the last lap and a half a dozen times! Fab fab fab!

Best result so far, just 6 min (under a lap behind the winner!)

So onto the low. Got to the venue where Vintage Trouble were playing that evening,  and the band, they were alright, pedestrian, easy, mundane I don't know but was talking to the bass player of the MLB in the shop where he works earlier in the day  and mentioned how I was aware of how I hadn't enjoyed the last gig I went to. He thought I was playing it safe with my choices and he could have right. It was just - alright. Not what I expected from their music and appearances on Jools Holland etc. Disappointed....



And the final high, my new bike and wheels are ready for pick up this week- great service Infinity!

So,  am looking forward to faffing with that, the next race in two weeks and returning to full fitness.

Catching up with me mate this week who's getting married next year, he keeps asking me how  my best man's speech is coming on, eh it's nearly  a year way so I will have to  be reflecting on that process. And I did mention a reference in my last post about the Led Zep link from 1969, but more of that next time.

And, bloody Billy Bragg!

And my first steps playing guitar with somebody else. Bricking it already and it's not even a deffo!

Another balls up

Had it all planned. The idea being to nurse my injury for the rest of this week before entering my next race the weekend after next. Checked the events calendar to find out it's this weekend! So a a couple of late night 'training/rehab' rides have been in order, and the outcome - think my leg is 80 percent but more importantly I've rediscovered what a total blast it is riding flat out on remote tracks on the hills near where I live, in total darkness. Here is pic I took this evening on my way out.

It really does the senses the world of good. Hearing, smell and peripheral vision are so heightened, it's really a bit unreal. And, I had a barn owl fly in formation with me for a few metres, tiny thing but still scared the crap out of me.

Going to see Vintage Trouble at the weekend too. Gonnna be a good one!

PS to self. Have just posted this after reading my post stats, interestingly seven people in the States have read some of my posts. Hmmm .......