Another Excellent ride on Saturday.
About 20 riders headed out over the now fairly regular Box Hill route but for a bit of diversity we turned right after Walton Heath and descended through Horse country before climbing up to the top of Little Switzerland.
It was getting dark while we waited for AJ's ascent of Box Hill but he made it eventually, "It's definitely NOT about the bike" he panted at the top refering to his awesome new Look 486 which might well be the best bike in the club but in AJs hands is clearly slower than everyone else's.
The lure of hot drinks and cakes pulled the majority of riders into the cafe at Charlwood. Peter Munden's doors had blown off completely and looking into his eyes revealed an empty shell. "Leave me" he insisted in true Spaghetti Western fashion "I'll only slow you down." So we did and six of us headed south to the lanes around Faygate, Colgate, Turners Hill, Copthorne then back over Bletchingly, adding another 50 odd miles onto the 32 we'd done in reaching the cafe.
Glorious springlike weather down the bottom end turned into a nagging cold headwind for the return but everyone shared the work and there were a few attacks on some of the hills.
Tall Rob's long legs fell off at Copthorne and he had to be nursed back to Merstham where he couldn't even face the ride from there to Purley without gorging on garage snacks. Stupidly I did the entire ride on one medium sized bottle of PSP22 and just as I left Dave Lombari and turned right into the CW office everything went pear-shaped. Big attack of the dizzys as I missed the garage opening (which is about 7 feet wide) and rode plebbishly into the fence at about 2 mph, falling off sideways and entertaining the workmen fixing the door. "There's a man dressed like a bananna rolling on the floor" they must have been thinking. I had to eat for 40 minutes before I came round properly
85 miles in the sunshine with plenty of hills - you could almost believe that summer had arrived.