It's been a year since my last club run but fortunately this weekend I was not working and the sun was shining, What better, I thought, than go on a nice quiet steady club run. As usual groups set off from Coulsdon South and I tagged onto what was meant to be the less ambitious of the two 17mph groups. Invariably the initial pace is an ambitious 17mph and today proved no exception, however once into the lanes the pace settled down to what it is meant to be. All was going well until one unfortunate came off his bike, in the middles of the road, just as we were turning off the A23. Fortunately there appeared to be no damage to bike or rider and he was soon pulled back to the group by Alex.
Through the lanes a small group of riders from a club in Cheam hitched a tow which was nice to chat with new faces and share stories.
At one point I lost touch with the group, after a junction, but this is usually no problem. However on this occasion the group must have speeded up as I was passing riders shelled out the back. I caught glimpses of the bunch and was slowly closing. Then a junction, which way to go? I obviously chose the wrong one because that was the last I saw of them until Charlwood.
So here I was somewhere in the countryside not having a clue which way to go. I got bearings from aircraft overhead as I knew Charlwood was close to Gatwick Airport.. My enforced detour took me up a single track road that was quiet and free from traffic?or it was until a 4by4 came hurtling towards me. No room for it and me. So off the road and into the hedge. As I careered into the hedge I had that sickening feeling of muscle fibres tearing in my left calf. When I came to a stop I was still upright, thank goodness, and still clipped into the pedals. After extricating myself I had a bit of a problem. The bike was OK and bar some minor scratches so was I, except for my calf. Riding was out of the question and walking almost impossible and here was I stuck out in the middle of nowhere.
I do, hands on healing, so it was to this I turned. I sat myself down, let the energy flow into the damaged area and waited to see what would happen. After just a few minutes I could feel changes taking place in the calf and after another 5 minutes it was repaired enough to get back on the bike.
Using the trick of being guided by the aircraft I arrived at Charlwood, only a few minutes behind the group I had started with.
For the return journey I joined John, who had fallen off earlier, and Robin. We were going along at a nice easy pace and then Robin went on ahead as she was running short of time for an appointment. A little later on we came upon Robin who had picked up a puncture in the rear wheel. (Why is it always the rear that punctures?) Like knights in white armour John and I came to the rescue. It did not quite turn out as planned. Got the tyre off, after a struggle, but getting it back on was another matter. Arthritic thumbs don?t help. Before desperation set in along came a real knight in the shape of Alex. In no time at all he had the tyre back on and off we set. Alex leading the way and towing us back to Coulsdon.
Not the quiet ride I had planned but still much enjoyed and despite all the stops still averaged 17mph. Many thanks to Alex for helping out and for towing us back.