Social rides are coming thick and fast at the moment. Following Fridays little sortie, another group ride was planned for Sunday morning. The weather forecast was significantly better than recent times and we were rewarded with ‘blazing’ sunshine for most of the ride.
A gang of us have entered a triathlon later in the year, the event is being held at Emberton park which is near the delightful village of Olney. In preparation for the race it was suggested that we should ride the bike course to se what it was like. And so it was, six Lycra clad men of various ages and waistlines plodding our way through the picturesque lanes of Bedfordshire and Buckinghamshire. For the first time in a long time I was rocking tri-bars and looking to use them in anger. The first few miles passed, I glided along on the tri-bars looking like a total twat on a group ride. I can just imagine the comment from passing motorists:
oh that’s nice, a group of mates out for a ride on this beautiful morning. Bt look at the geek on tri-bars, does he think he’s bloody Bradley Wiggins?
After a couple of hours of pooling along, I’d had enough of being the geek and made a break for home. Riding a solo breakaway on a social ride isn’t really the done thing, but a pregnant wife at home and ticking clock called for some remedial action. Lucky I got home before she blew a gasket and apologised via text to my riding buddies for my faux pas of ditching them. About 40 miles covered in a horrendously long time. More smiles than miles!