Some mornings, even when you know you should get up and go for a ride, the motivation just isn’t there. Today was one of those days for me. I was supposed to head out with my cycling club but couldn’t face it when the alarm went off at 6:30 AM. I rolled over and went back to sleep, but I was up and about soon after. Something pushed me to get out and ride anyway. So here I am, embarking on a 70-mile loop solo.
The Start of the Journey: Missing Lanes?
Seventeen miles into the ride, I realized something strange: the route was called “Essex Lanes,” but I hadn’t encountered a single lane. The roads were wide and busy, nothing like the tranquil countryside lanes I had expected. As I continued, I finally found some lanes. However, given how much time I spent navigating traffic, the name still felt misleading. It was a lesson early on: routes aren’t always what they promise to be.
Battling the Elements and My Wardrobe
The weather added another layer of complexity. It was one of those days when it was too cold to ditch the jacket but too warm to keep it on. I regretted not bringing my gilet, but I pressed on—overheating one minute and feeling chilled by the wind the next. Classic cycling conundrum, right?
A Close Encounter with the A127
One of the most important lessons from today? Always check your route thoroughly before heading out, especially when relying on apps. My route suggested crossing the A127, a busy dual-carriageway, with cars zooming by at high speeds. I stared at the traffic and knew there was no way I’d attempt that. After some quick thinking and detouring, I found a footbridge a few miles down and safely crossed. It wasn’t part of the original plan, but it saved me from what could have been a very dangerous situation.
The Joys of Cycling: Punchers and Pit Stops
Midway through, my luck didn’t improve. Two punctures, no coffee stop, and still miles to go. The first puncture was manageable, but the second was a hassle. I plugged the second puncture and kept going, and fingers crossed that the day wouldn’t bring more issues. Despite these setbacks, I finally made it to Hanningfield Reservoir for a much-needed break: coffee, a sausage roll, and crisps—everything I needed to refuel for the final leg of the journey!
The Final Stretch
After refuelling, I felt much better. With 45 miles behind me, the remaining 20 were familiar territory. Knowing that no more hectic roads or surprises were ahead was a relief. The last leg of the ride was smooth and uneventful, just the way I like it.
My Final Thoughts on the Essex Lanes Route
When I initially picked this route via Komoot, it sounded like a dream: a 70-mile loop that was supposed to be a scenic ride through quiet country lanes. The reality was far from it. There were some lovely country lanes, but far too much time was spent on busy main roads for me to call this a peaceful ride.
The most significant letdown? The route had me crossing the A127—a significant oversight. I had to detour about three miles to navigate that part of the ride safely. For that reason alone, I can’t give this route more than a 3 out of 5. And for the A127 crossing, it deserves a 0 out of 5.
Would I recommend this ride? Not unless you’re prepared to reroute yourself at several points. It could be a decent ride with some modifications, but as it stands, it’s not one I’d rush to do again.
Conclusion
Cycling is full of ups and downs—both literally and figuratively. Today’s ride reminded me of the importance of preparation, flexibility, and a good sense of humour when things don’t go according to plan.