sydneyvegan Posted February 22, 2007 Share Posted February 22, 2007 It was a couple of years ago when I was riding from Lands End to John O'Groats in the Uk. I was in Scotland and was about 11 days into the journey so I was pretty sore and had a good amount of chaffing to contend with. When I woke up I knew it would be a tough day as it was wet and miserable, so I put my wet weather gear on and started riding. After some gentle hills there was a solid 14 mile up hill stretch, it was then it started sleeting and a head wind came up (I had all my gear in panniers, which tended to act like a sail). At the top of the hill the road flattened out a little and I thought it would be a undulating ride through the highlands. It was then the head wind really picked up, and the sleet got worse, I was riding in low gear, and grinding my way along, I thought it couldn't get much worse. After hours of this I knew I was coming to a really steep 5 mile down hill run, I knew I would have to be careful as it was really slippery and I didn't really want to run off the road into a gorge, but I really needed to give the legs a rest As I neared the top of the down hill I could hear the wind gusting up the valley. As I started down the hill, my bike just stopped! The wind was so strong up the hill that my weight and gravity was not enough to get the bike to roll... After much swearing and cursing I ended up pedalling down a stupidly steep hill all the way to the bottom. At that point I was wet and cold and exhausted, so I called it a day and found somewhere to stay with warm fires and hot showers...I was one of the worse days I have had on a bike. I have other stories but Please Share any similar stories you have. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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