Lark Ride to Alsager
Nine Men None of Them Called Morris out on our 60 mile Saturday 10.00 am ride to Alsager.
I clocked 14.6 mph average. On our way home we stopped to assist (well, to watch Master Mechanic Paul assist) a brace of unfortunate pumpless MTB riders hoping to ride off-road around Bosley Cloud, having trained it (that’s the British Rail variety, crikey how quaint it probably hasn’t been called that for years as I was saying to my old friend Dr Beeching over cocktails last week, not the 10-2-7 Training Ride variety beloved by the fitter amongst us, sadly not including me as I am currently officially Too Lazy). Anyway we, I mean Paul, helped them as best we (he) could, but even he could only do so much with two punctures between two bikes, a crudded-up valve locking nut that was as good as its word - it was locked solid so we couldn’t even get the tube fully out, no MTB tubes and, as it turned out, unsticky patches. Poor guys, hope they managed some of their ride - at least the punctures appear to have been caused by some microscopic thorns so they pumped up as best they could.