Woop Woop - Sunday club rides rock!!
Ben and I slayed the mighty headwind from Purley out to Little Switzerland. We took marco's route which has some good lumps n bumps to contend with. We used our awesome collective maintenance skills to discuss what might be making my bike squeak. We couldn't figure it out but hey. Ben nearly lost his ubercool designer newspaper gilet but we recovered it. Phew!
Good tootle up Box Hill debating the doping situation. Stopped @ top to get breath back then on to Walton. Stopped @ caff. Tea, cappucino and bacon sarnies. Yum. Good conversation about the vapour like nature of the credit card business
and other cool stuff then we headed for home.
On way out of Walton there came an angry horn honk. Ben quickly dropped into single file and this silver grey Range Rover roared by. Dangerously close. We gave the doofus a friendly wave. He jammed on the brakes and got out, fuming. This dude was up for a fight, he was a delightful shade of exploding purple. We were accused of saying something....."what did you effing call me?" style. We'd uttered not a word. Nutbar got back in his car and tried to follow us down the road. We decided we didn't really want this butter behind us so we looked to turn off. We stopped and he repeated his act of lunacy. Jammed to a halt, stuff the other traffic and he's back out of the car threatening us again. He was a big dude and he was sooooo mad I think he would've tried to wtick one on us if he could've got near enough. We retreated. He sat fuming for a few more seconds then drove on. I feel sorry for people with such a limited, nasty emotional spectrum. We had a laugh about it as we rode the tailwind back home. We both agreed, it was a good job he didn't make contact, in every sense.
Parted company in Coulsdon. Good ride, good weather, great company, thanks Ben.
I can't make the next couple of Sundays but I'll see about doing another of these real soon. Might take a different, nutcase free route next time tho.