For those few, that happy few, that band of brothers (and one sister) that M’d (and W’d) TFU on Saturday, and weren’t scared of a bit of water, it was much more fun than riding round in the rain should have been. There was cake, there was surprisingly little mud, there were mahoosive puddles and there was the nearest thing to skiing that I’ve done on a bike 🙂
So, let’s do it all again. Venue TBC, but for now, and keeping in the tradition of pootling on the last weekend of the month, put Sunday 27th January in your diary.
As always, we will be observing The Rules of Pootle as laid down by His Pookness (peace be upon him).
1) if you’re fast, hold the gates and count the folks through
2) if you’re slow – have something to talk about with the other 20 people with you
3) bring cake
Pootles aren’t a typical ‘group ride’. I started them ‘cos I hated being the person at the back. I wanted a group ride for the people at the back. There aren’t any people at the back in a pootle.