Tuesday and Wednesday this week - we retired people don't really have weekends.
Naturally, this can't be claimed as an outstanding athletic effort, but I would like to have my age and the age of my bike taken into account (Sunbeam, with luggage see pic below). I will draw a discreet veil over exactly how long the 55 miles took me as I went slowly and cautiously on the way out (into the wind) in the hope I'd be OK for the next day and that did seem to work.
As I've said before, once you get west of High Wycombe the A 40 is almost empty of traffic - it's probably quieter now than at any time since the last war - the problem lies in getting to West Wycombe.
However there's a worsening problem - the road surface, particularly near the left hand edge of the road, which is the part one normally rides on, is getting really rough. In some places almost every drain cover is surrounded by a deep hole, and although there is little traffic sod's law says that there will be a lorry behind you just when you need to move out to avoid these. I had to brake to a standstill at one point because of this situation. This is bad enough for an individual, but it would make group riding very tricky. Private affluence, public squalor.
The French for pothole is 'nid de poule' literally a 'chicken's nest' - it's surprising the term exists because they are so rare on French roads.
The main interest is, I hope, that it is still possible to ride from city to city, even for the aged riding an elderly bike.