So where did May go? What happened?
But I'm back on the keyboard, and here we go.
It was a cold day for Fathers, but the wardrobe decisions ranged from shorts'n'short sleeves to longs'n'long - that is from June to early March. We March Hares were the most comfortable on the way out, whereas the June Bugs were more at ease on the run home.
We listened, with feigned sympathy, as Dean told us about his struggle on the Bury '100'. 4h 35m glued to Brian Phillips' wheel "he was going like a train" wailed our Sunday Tormentor. Some of us wore sympathetic expressions, but not all.
Having counted the names on the register, I have a total of 11 names - but someone said there were 14 of us - if you read this and your name's missing, tell me. There were the two 'Syngenta' gentlemen (is one of you Simon?) riding strongly in preparation for London-Paris (in a planned two days), guest appearances by Richard Farrow (ex Wheeler and currently Chippenham & District)No one was able to come up with a route. The wind was from the North West, and I'd told Deane that we would NOT be going to Ely (the otherwise logical destination). So I led the group out via well travelled routes towards Knettishall and beyond. At the point when Mark (who had ridden in from Gazeley and was thus some 18 miles ahead of the game) asked me how far we were from the tea stop, I realised that we were heading in a rather more northerly direction than I had planned. "I reckoned on another ten miles, to give us between 30 and 35 miles before tea - and then 20-25 afterwards" I reassured him. "yes, but how far is it going to be" countered the ever-direct Mark. "Ten miles" I replied, whilst concentrating on a silent prayer that I might be right. We were heading towards Attleborough, but I was rescued by a sign to Old Buckenham to our right, which meant that we could join the B1077 Diss-wards . We were picking up the first signs of a tailwind at this point and, 4 miles short of Diss I took a punt on a left across Boyland Common - which gave us a full-on tailwind and bursts of 28/29 mph with sweeping bends and good visibility. My choice was vindicated by Sharon's local knowledge (though I only found this out after we were committed). We were within a mile of Bressingham, a destination often greeted with "Oh, not again", and yet those at the front still had no idea which way to turn (sorry, I can be quite waspish at times) . We arrive at refreshment within the estimated ten miles, and on time (11am). Rather more efficient service at Blooms, and excellent scones (that seemed to have been crossed with rock cakes). Paul bought (and ate, see picture) a confection that resembled a chocolate vuvuzela.
I note from my snaps that several riders look tired. Note on Vuvuzelas; I think that this could be the third person plural of an irregular, reflexive, French verb "vous vous Zela".
Our return was by means one of the more direct routes, and taken at a fairly brisk, wind-assisted pace. After I had peeled off at Norton, and gone through the side gate into our garden, I realised two things. (1) No one was at home - which I should have remembered and (2) I was still feeling fresh, and could have gone with the group back to Bury, and clocked a total of 76 instead of 62 miles.
In the bathroom was a card and present from Polly, my photo captures the scene
SJH
We listened, with feigned sympathy, as Dean told us about his struggle on the Bury '100'. 4h 35m glued to Brian Phillips' wheel "he was going like a train" wailed our Sunday Tormentor. Some of us wore sympathetic expressions, but not all.
Having counted the names on the register, I have a total of 11 names - but someone said there were 14 of us - if you read this and your name's missing, tell me. There were the two 'Syngenta' gentlemen (is one of you Simon?) riding strongly in preparation for London-Paris (in a planned two days), guest appearances by Richard Farrow (ex Wheeler and currently Chippenham & District)No one was able to come up with a route. The wind was from the North West, and I'd told Deane that we would NOT be going to Ely (the otherwise logical destination). So I led the group out via well travelled routes towards Knettishall and beyond. At the point when Mark (who had ridden in from Gazeley and was thus some 18 miles ahead of the game) asked me how far we were from the tea stop, I realised that we were heading in a rather more northerly direction than I had planned. "I reckoned on another ten miles, to give us between 30 and 35 miles before tea - and then 20-25 afterwards" I reassured him. "yes, but how far is it going to be" countered the ever-direct Mark. "Ten miles" I replied, whilst concentrating on a silent prayer that I might be right. We were heading towards Attleborough, but I was rescued by a sign to Old Buckenham to our right, which meant that we could join the B1077 Diss-wards . We were picking up the first signs of a tailwind at this point and, 4 miles short of Diss I took a punt on a left across Boyland Common - which gave us a full-on tailwind and bursts of 28/29 mph with sweeping bends and good visibility. My choice was vindicated by Sharon's local knowledge (though I only found this out after we were committed). We were within a mile of Bressingham, a destination often greeted with "Oh, not again", and yet those at the front still had no idea which way to turn (sorry, I can be quite waspish at times) . We arrive at refreshment within the estimated ten miles, and on time (11am). Rather more efficient service at Blooms, and excellent scones (that seemed to have been crossed with rock cakes). Paul bought (and ate, see picture) a confection that resembled a chocolate vuvuzela.
I note from my snaps that several riders look tired. Note on Vuvuzelas; I think that this could be the third person plural of an irregular, reflexive, French verb "vous vous Zela".
Our return was by means one of the more direct routes, and taken at a fairly brisk, wind-assisted pace. After I had peeled off at Norton, and gone through the side gate into our garden, I realised two things. (1) No one was at home - which I should have remembered and (2) I was still feeling fresh, and could have gone with the group back to Bury, and clocked a total of 76 instead of 62 miles.
In the bathroom was a card and present from Polly, my photo captures the scene
SJH
