Recorded on a Sony FDR X3000, uninmously acclaimed upon release for its robust build quality, rich array of features and comprehensive conectivity when compared to numerous rival products.
Its sizable sensor, wide range of shooting modes and legendary optical image stabaliser proved an indespensible synergy amongst videographers seeking cinematic image quality and "judder free" recordings under the most strenous conditions, at the time producing results that were considered on a par with many pro-sumer grade handhelds.
Despite being functionally surpassed by the sophisticated computational technology utilised by such contemporary flagship solutions as those offered by Garmin, Dji, and Insta360, this pioneering palm sized Action Cam commanded high second hand price and loyal userbase more than half a decade after its emergeance many of whom may still be holding out for a natively conceived successor.
And here, on an unseasonably clement Autumnal twilight in a quant village near the Sussex coast is yet another chance to sample its revered visual virtues when combined with the spacious flat bar and flexible physique of a Vintage titanium trail blazer ascending Britain’s 21st greatest climb.
My original Account of this solo Ride, which took place on the 18th of September 2022 is below,:
Following 90 minutes of sporadic slumber on a Sabbath filled with self-inflicted desk drudgery…arising from trancedental procrastination…the only thing that terrified me more than a triple ascent of Britain’s 21st officially greatest climb, and the the most Brutal Borstal within practical stomping distance, was the prospect of embarking on it after sunset and being compelled to negotiate three sketchy descents into accelerating darkness along with the frigid clutches of a Vampiric North Westerly that stealthily evaded the MET machine’s trembling antennae, but left no mortal touch receptor in doubt of its tangible tingle.
If this Autumn is not to consist of more Zwifting that any year round rule five real lifer could conceivably shake a stainless steel brass nippled spoke at…it shall be one replete with over layered resistance training and that affords comfort unconditional priority over kudos.
Took all three climbs on the middle ring, hovering on the palpable precipice of oxygen poverty throughout the first and backing off to the Zen Zone’s redder highs thereafter. Initially spun as far as I could, then geared down until gradient, and gravity forced me to forfeit seated luxury, which happened almost instantly on my final haul . A botched shift during round one might well have cost me second place out of 13 worthy weekend warriors, most of whom at least doubled my distance …,but perhaps none in a pair of crocks on a vintage trailblazer with a bottom bracket that’s beginning to sound like an explosion in a Screw-fix Warehouse😉
Of exceptional aesthetic allure during my recuperative return the coast down Coombs Lane was Annington’s Tree lined tunnel of lichen greens and topaz golds, sublimely illuminated by dappled westering fire and enchantingly silent but for the soul stirring strains of the feathered philharmonic’s yellow billed maestro perched upon his leafy podium and preparing to end the week in fine voice on the highest note of a flutey oratorio.
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