Seaton Sluice – Seaton Sluice Backpedalers

Everyone does it – say things they later regret – and we cyclists aren’t immune. What is surprising is that the same people say the same thing over and over again and don’t seem to learn from previous mistakes.

Weather conditions are never far from the mind of cyclists but we are used to going out for a ride in comditions which are less than ideal. If we waited for the perfect day we wouldn’t get a lot of cycling done. One of our greatest bugbears is windy conditions.

How often have you heard someone say,

“The wind is against us now but it will be in our backs on the way home”?

Wrong! That’s the perfect example of Famous Last Words. What is certain is that a headwind on the outer journey will become an even stronger headwind on the return journey. It’s one of the laws of cycling. It doesn’t matter whether it’s northerly, southerly, westerley or easterley. Basically, all winds are againsterley as far as cyclists are concerned and as your ride progresses and you become more and more tired the wind in your face gets stronger and stronger.

Next, Famous Last Words which seem to invite disaster.

It’s ages since I had a puncture.

Why would anyone say something like that?

The Puncture Fairy is never far away and just waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. The perfect opportunity is when it’s cold, wet and windy and the nearest track pump is miles away.

Cycling has its ups and downs. It’s the ups which can produce another example of Famous Last Words.

It’s not as bad as it looks.

In a sense that could be true. It might not be as bad as it looks. It might be worse. A recent example was when a fellow cyclist, when part way through Hadrian’s Cycleway said,

That’s the hills over with then.

Wrong. When you’ve finished the route and you’re sitting in the bar with a pint in your hand, that’s when the hills are over.

Another Sunday morning, another Sunday ride.

Six Backpedalers assembled outside The Delaval Arms on a warm June morning with the intention of heading north on the Coast to Castles cycle route. The weather forecast was for a fine morning with the risk of a shower in the afternoon.

The route, by now very familiar to the Backpedalers, took the group up to Blyth, Bedlington, Cambois and on to Woodhorn.

The journey through Lynemouth was uneventful and in stark contrast to the group’s last visit. Likewise the journey from Lynemouth to Cresswell passed easily and the decision was made to end the outward journey at the Drift Cafe.

This turned out to be a good choice as no sooner had the Backpedalers been served their coffees and bacon sandwiches when a group of about twenty cyclists arrived and filled the remaining seats in the cafe. It turned out that they were a group based in Newcastle who called themselves the Old Gits Cycling Club. They were on the second day of, in their words, a bastardised version of the Coast and Castles cycle route and had called in to the Drift Cafe before heading home.

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