I don’t know how much you can remember about your 21st birthday, but one of our riders chose to celebrate his by riding with us (in case my youthful appearance deceives you, it wasn’t me). On what was probably the nicest day of 2026 so far, with only a...
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...
