haha...ok 34.9 inches i think is the accurate measurement !
had a fabulous club run this saturday ! Yo-yoing off the back of the 18mph group mainly...
Thanks to Ian's unwavering grip on his group I was told off several times for threatening group discipline
I spent a lot of time yo yoinng off the back of the group, pretending I was helping some guy off the back...except the guy off the back was always in front of me when i shouted, 'i've left him in a ditch...bloody 17.5 mpher rider trying to join our group'...'no you haven't mate, i'm here.' Luckily my group slowed down, as they were afraid of slipping on ice...so i kept up for a while. Until i spoke to Chris Scarlett...I've got this test at roehampton Chris, what do they do ? 'A ramp test..its horrific'..they make you work, and then make it harder and harder until you fail'. Fail ? Collapse ? At that point I took a queasy turn and my mini pump started working loose. I told Chris I needed pull over to fix it. Chris insisted on staying with me to give me a tow back. I put my pump in my back pocket after about 3 minutes...and then I couldn't get my foot in the cleat. 'Chris please go ahead', 'No Ill give you a tow back, no problem'...'Chris xxxx off and leave me'...I think the point got through. Sometimes you got to leave a man alone to nurse his carefully staged mechanical in order to preserve some dignity. Arrived at cafe with Terry, who was looking super slim. 'What training programme you been following Terry ?' 'Norovirus, I lost half a stone'. I spent ten minutes trying to get Terry to sneeze in my direction to assist me with my weight loss plan, but he seems to be over the worse off it now. Had a nice egg on toast and tea at the cafe.
Good ride back with Ian Munnery showing some nice form
and Dave Discwheel riding at the front too ! Il capitano was nestled in well towards the front. Good effort from Jo too ! Peaking just in time for their Feb trip to Mallorca. I soon konked out as a slight gradient appeared in the road. But my heart was really pumping, ouch. Regrouped at the coulsdon south cafe, and sat in the shade of our very own laughing buddha, John C, as I rang various train companies to arrange a ride home. At this point Huw 'Fine Wine' Williams arrived for a spot of lunch and the chat continued. No trains, so over to GBs to get a repair, something squeaking in my rear hub, and a ride home on with Sean Hogan express, making it my longest ride in about a year !
Sunday : 2 hours of hoovering and mopping on sunday, in lieu of a recovery ride...