Can’t do pics on here, but yesterday took my FLAB group for a lovely 20 mile trip to a fantastic local café on top of the kind of hill most of them don’t ride too often – rode to and from to give myself a workout and just made it home before the heavens opened.
Helped sweep on the club short social ride this morning – one guy ripped his rear mech off within a mile, though helpfully 200 yards from his house. We were joined by a guy back over here from Holland visiting friends. He had an excellent choice of rebuttal to dickhead drivers, but after a flat run through the Trent floodplain he started to suffer on the first hill. When I say hill, I mean “bridge over a motorway”. Fair play, he kept it going for another 10 miles before peeling off with his mate to find their own way back.
And we had 3 generations of the same family out on the ride as well, from 11 to 60 years old. Spot on!
Nice steady 70 miles over the two days, 4000 feet of climbing with a couple of sneaky efforts on hills as I’ve done bugger all training for the Boxing Day hill climb!