Fridaythorpe-West Lutton 85 miles
Heavy dew on tent and grass made it feel it had rained in the night….but the hour before dawn had me shivering in my sleeping bag….but I was too lazy to do anything about it.
The solid English breakfast weighed heavily on my stomach as I joined up with a select group of wheelers for an early start
There was some disagreement about who would lead the ride, but many agreed it should be allocated to one of the two senior managers of the CTC. As we set off, there hadn’t been a conclusive decision….which is par for the course amongst independent roadies.
And of course, the inevitable happened….people stop to take photos or have a ‘comfort’ break, and the group begins to spread out, even break up. But that’s the nature of the sport…the high pace of the ride can mean that a 5 minute stop can leave you more than a mile adrift.
Amusingly, anyone with a Garmin rapidly found himself leading a small group, everybody thankful they weren’t having to navigate themselves, happy to ‘suck’ on the wheel in front. But as I have alluded in previous posts, Garmins are a mixed blessing. They have minds of their own, and make decisions that sometimes send you up dirt tracks, or across church yards. I teamed up with Dave from Leicester, who cussed and swore at his device, but always seemed to ignore his Garmin at appropriate moments.
The high paced ride took us through the stunning landscape of the Yorkshire Wolds, up and down dale after dale…..and I was thankful that we descended the most viscious hill of the day…..a monstrous 16%. The brakes were burning…
But of course, the whole objective of the ride was to get to the cafe stop…..and (wait for it) …..we indulged in fruit pie and custard…..which makes a change from fruit scones and chocolate cake…..:) It’s a hard life!