It’s while riding the Planet X Superlight down a hill somewhere, I’m sure of it.
During yesterday’s ride (and for several rides before that too) the bike seemed to insist i go faster, not just up the hills (this is good) but back down them too. It feels so nice at speed, so willing to carve round the corners a little tighter, a little faster…so flickable over humpback bridges and through dips in the road that i end up railing round bends at frankly silly speeds and two-wheel-drifting over rolling lumps in the road as a matter of course.
Heading down from the Nick O’ Pendle into Sabden yesterday i hit 54.9mph…down a lumpy-bumpy country road, with cattle grids and corners, oncoming traffic and various types of animal crap all over the place. Actually, I hit 54 just before Sabden itself…just inside a built up 30mph zone complete with houses and dozy drivers (that comes straight after the derestricted section where you can build up a big head of speed). I would have hit 60 if i hadn’t finally realised that drivers coming the other way were looking terrified and that i was seriously flirting with disaster should anyone pull out of their driveway.
But it felt so good, as i hit the road markings warning of the impending speed limit i was thinking “leave the brakes for just a second longer…i can get a few more mph if i just hold off for just a moment…i can still slow down in time, stay tucked in…oh shit i’m in the centre of town..aaarg brake brake brake!”
Lots of other drivers were rudley awoken from their slumber over the rest of the ride as i hurtled down the descents, tyres on the edge of grip, using the whole of the lane to get round the corners, desperate for the chance to release the brakes a little earlier or not touch them at all.
One day someone will be coming the other way, cutting the corner, thinking to themselves “gosh what a lovely quiet bit of countryside, i can keep my speed up a bit if i just nip a couple of foot onto the other side of the road here while i look at the scenery,”