I have this buddy who I shall call James, largely because that is his name. He was my best man when I got married and we have history of riding mountain bikes together. We have been companions on numerous weekend trips to exotic mountain bike locations. But whilst I have enjoyed the pleasure of road riding, James has stubbornly resisted the temptation of the road. Recently things have changed, he has seen the light and decided to join the every growing numbers of Sunday morning roadies in central Bedfordshire. Numerous factors have contributed to his change of view, the horrendous weather that has made off-road riding a boggy mess in Bedfordshire, being able to ride straight out of our front doors on road bikes (saving much faffing time) and a growing triathlon-based social group amongst out contemporaries.
I’ve been planning the purchased of a new bike which resulted in the sale of my previous road bike to James. And so to his first outing in a brave new world. It was pretty cold but we did a nice ride around the lanes before heading back to warm up and thaw out. All was going smoothly until James tried to take his gloves off! On the ride. his hands had gone beyond cold and as they started to warm up they became ‘a little painful’. Jimbo took refugee at the warm tap in the toilet (only to find we only have a cold tap downstairs!), which resulted in him feeling a bit light headed and nearly passing out on the loo!
In my opinion, a fine introduction to road riding. In his opinion, a lesson learned. When I stopped giggling and he had regained his composure he was furnished with a cup of tea and send on his way to get busy on the internet purchasing some big fluffy gloves!