Another damp, cold, miserable Sunday morning. Another damp, cold, miserable group of hardy club members, huddled under the Iceland canopy and tinkering with rubbing mudguards, wondering whether rain jackets should be on or off. Five of the hardy set off on the Tempo...
A much improved forecast meant a good turnout in the square this week (for January), and six set off on the Tempo ride. Though bright and dry it was sufficiently chilly for a spectrum of non-club-kit jackets to be on display, which at least makes it easy to refer to...
There were seven of us in total, huddled outside Iceland, a very appropriate location given the freezing wind howling down The Oxebode. Two decided the forecast was sufficiently dire to warrant an immediate return to the duvet. The remainder opted for a combined ride,...
The Frocesterwocky. ’Twas chilly, and the Tempo ride did gyre and gimble in the Square: All mimsy were the Steady ride, and the forecast was fair. “Beware the Frocesterwock, my son! The ramps, the bends, the close pass lorries! Beware the Edgewards drag, and shun the...
What would you do for a free mince pie? Well the answer for the eight Tempo rides who ventured out today was ‘ride up Castle Hill’. The route was benign to start with, taking in Staverton and Tredington on our way to ‘The G’s’, and then...
