Monday, 24 December 2012

Wet wet wet

Christmas Eve, of course I fancy a little ride to Sweets.  Obviously it was more with hope than expectation that I left home. Alright, so it would be a little moist, but since when did a little moisture ever hurt anyone?  Obviously it has been washing away Christmas more effectively than the Grinch, but pah.....

I am always in a muddle as to what time the ACG actually set of on the rides, maybe I should take more attention of the emails from Jennifer as she suggests.  Even though the time is always in doubt, I can be confident they will always turn up as arranged.  Mad fools! Martyn pitched up at pretty much the same time as me. Jennifer and Le Roleur arrived shortly after, bedecked (well lightly adorned) with some tinsel.

Then the hordes descended, more steam was being generated than a steam rally, and each group appeared to be wetter than the previous group! This did not bode well for the journey home, the prospect of the river now flowing down Mudgely Hill wasn't looking much fun. But we went and did it, and made our way home.  My suggestion of mudguards was met with a suggestion that I could spend longer on the front.  Not sure about that, maybe I'll just get s new coat!

Anyway Christmas in a few minutes, so time for bed.

It's definitely easier blogging on a mobile by the way.

Thursday, 20 December 2012

Chris Who?

The opportunity came a few weeks ago to go the Velodrome in Newport.  Obviously I jumped at the chance, especially as the others on the track were likely to be Scouts or their Dads!

We had an absolute blast, with the young people taking to it why quicker than some of the adults.  Those fixies are trickier than they appear.

The other thing of note in this post is that it is the first one from the freshly downloaded Blogger app.  That will help with some more regular posting.

Wednesday, 19 December 2012

The return of the Cheddar Valley Cyclist!

It's been absolutely ages since my last post.  Months.  Months that have seen periods of inactivity, activity and some really quite random stuff.

Yesterday though, yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away.  I decided enough lone cycling was enough, and that I needed to re-engage with the Cycling Mayor and her well formed band of Axbridge Cyclers (although I do not know how many actually come from Axbridge!)  So, ever so slightly behind time I mounted up and set off to meet them.  I didn't so much meet them, as spend half an hour giving chase!  They passed me going the other way, so by the time the Southern Electric van, the caravan towing Volvo and various other vehicles had gone and let me u-turn, I was very much behind the curve.  I followed them at a distance of about 500m, willing them to look back and realise the I was never going to quite make the gap!  They didn't though, and nor did I.  I'd have to meet them at Sweets!

Have you noticed it's way easier to catch people who have stopped?  Well, it is, and they had, so I caught them.  It was also a pleasant surprise to meet up with Helen at Sweets, she used to teach my son piano. 

The journey home was, as always, completely uneventful until the event of my rear wheel puncturing.  Luckily though I had been watching all the seasons F1 races, so knew exactly how to handle the situation.  All I needed was to change the tube, re-inflate using my Jetflator (or whatever it's called) and be off.  First though I would whip off the tyre using my tyre levers....tyre levers, oh bugger, does anyone have any tyre levers?  All done in record quick sharp time though.

Back to Cheddar and hopefully back into the groove.  Next stop the Christmas Do!