The “Crank of the Year” trophy is not normally sought after, but one rider on today’s tempo ride would have been very pleased to have it in his back pocket. His crank sheared, which neartly brought him off. Although theoretically possible for a...
A dozen or so of the club’s hardier members were huddled in the shelter of Iceland’s entrance as the last of the overnight showers blew across Kings Square. Seven joined the Tempo ride and we made good progress along the well travelled route through...
Firstly, I must apologise for the lack of a photo of the cake (a rich fruit cake topped with glacé cherries, candied orange, and almonds) but faced with a choice between eating it or photographing it I’m afraid I opted for the former. We started out with nine...
With the fast riders joining us, a very large group, way beyond my counting abilities, left King’s Square. We stayed together. at a brisk pace on the lanes through Saul. Frocester Hill split the group, as was to be expected, and we were joined at the top by an...
The Club President has a reputation for disappearing and riding his own ride, but today he assured me that he would stay with the group. While I was suspicious that this may be a politician’s promise, I was rather surprised when he left us in Maisemore. The...
