Lark Ride to Dunham 1 Dec 2018
It was heartening and reaffirming to see such a high turnout on this week’s ride. Thank you to everyone that came out.
There were 13 of us, including three who joined us at various points on our outward leg: how good it is to spot a lone cyclist ahead and realise it’s not some unattached saddo but one of our own.
My average speed from home to South Park to the Bearhurst Lane - Pexhill interchange: an on-target 15.0 mph, data that I have no doubt will be pored over by future food historians as yet unborn, seeking to correlate average speed with café calories consumed. In the interests of complete transparency and academic rigour I am therefore honour bound to record that my 5.30 am breakfast had been calibrated to the gram by my personal nutritionist the terrific Miss Cal O’ Riffick in the full knowledge that on our last winter voyage to Red House Farm, a veritable oasis in the wastelands East of Warrington, I and, if I recall correctly, several of my fellow travellers had been enjoyed the performance-enhancing effects of the establishment’s own artisan version of beans on toast.
Indeed, as I waited at the counter to order (no ride leader queue privileges on this oh-so-democratic ride, something I can only hope will be rectified by a carefully phrased resolution at Monday’s AGM, 7.30 at the Heritage Centre, don’t forget), dribbling unattractively in anticipation, I unreservedly recommended this multi-bean medley in its rich tomato and herb reduction to one or two judiciously selected colleagues, each of us eager to play a small part against the relentless march of homogeneous global super-brands. Imagine my disappointment to hear, after, I might remind you, 32 December miles at a jaunty pace, “sorry we haven’t got any, would you like Heinz?”