I left Cardiff, early evening, headed for the valley tops and troughs on my doorstep. Climbing would be the order of the day. Pulling up to the roundabout that exits Tongwynlais, I waited for a break in the traffic, bolted to the next roundabout and turned for Gwaleod-Y-Garth. A cement mixer passed, a tad too close. A BMW blazed around me, it’s body movement screaming ‘Outta my way!’. I turned right and entered Gwaleod-Y-Garth. The traffic melted away.
“More fun on that!” Shouted a removal van driver, notepad in hand, beaming.
The road meanders and dips, climbs and turns, flows around the base of the hill. Two cars approach. They scrub speed and wait. I thank them.
I pass the train station at Taffs Well Industrial Estate. The only traffic here, runs on rails. The road runs arrow straight, then sweeps toward the A470. I re-enter the fray.
The traffic noise emulates angry bees. Vehicles come thick and fast. Survival of the fittest. I ride more aggressively. The roundabout beneath the dual carriageway feels like the Hadron Collider. I sprint through, leave at Griffin Mill and climb the country lane.
A car descends toward me and waits at the mouth of the farm.
I ride slowly through a fractional layby to let a climbing vehicle pass. He beeps, waves and smiles.
200m on, another descender bides her time. I nod and smile. She waves cheerily.
At the top of the moor a Range Rover rattles toward me at speed. Typical, I think. Wrongly. He slows, pulls to one side and lets me pass.
Though they will never see it, I thank them all on twitter for their uncommon courtesy.
Genuine vote of thanks to the good country lane drivers of Gwaleod-Y-Garth & Senghenydd. Very uncommon courtesies displayed by all. Bravo!
— CycleStuffblog (@CycleStuffblog) March 26, 2014
Top image: The type of views I seek; the Bristol Channel from the top of Gwaleod-Y-Garth.