Well, that was a good do. The stoker’s saddle came loose but otherwise the bike survived. The festival was good fun too- not quite as many pretentious arseholes as I’d feared there would be and I still got to wear my “look at me I’m a pretentious arsehole” cycling cap with relative impunity.
We managed to squeeze it into a Skoda Fabia.
Although even better on the way back we got in three of us, the tandem inside and two bikes on the back.
We took it along on the family ride on the Monsal Trail and didn’t die. Although we did almost run over a child and a dog- it’s similar to a hovercraft. If you see something within 50 feet and aren’t braking you will hit it.
Then my mates had a go. Rob on the front hadn’t ridden a tandem before and watching them set off was frankly terrifying.
We also took the bike I bought to pinch wheels from- a Sun Solo, which was actually pretty cool. I bodged it up with the wheels off my road bike. Turns out 5 speed chains and worn 10 speed cassettes don’t get on too well, though.
There was loads of tasty food. The price for a vast piece of cake was only about £1.50!
There were plenty of steam driven things for entertainment.
It was all rather jolly.
Then on Sunday we crossed a lot of the big ride as we rode real bikes to Kedleston.
We’re now planning a 2 day mostly pub-based tour sometime later this year on it, the Sun Solo and a bike my friend Rosie has called Nimrod Neville the Hunter-
Which should be a laugh!