Well let’s start with the weather; chilly out of the sun, but fantastic cycling conditions so that’s that covered. The cafe for today's departure was bristling with the CER mob, covering all the groups so that’s that covered. So, onto the riders today: that me and Roy on his tandem and his good lady Carmen (the one at the back doing all his hard work), David M, George, oh and the one and only club secretary Dave H. We set off on a little bimble to the Two Doves cafe at Overton visiting numerous countryside hamlets or one-eyed towns on the way via Churton, Shocklach, Worthenbury and Tilston and this, for copy right purposes, may not be the correct order but hopefully you all get the idea as to be perfectly honest I was just taking in our fantastic countryside and chatting away putting the whole world to rights. Maybe Donald, Keir, Vlad and the Israeli guy, should come out with us and learn a thing or two.
We arrived at the cafe and this is where it got interesting as Dave H was feeling unwell (but when we started the ride we drew lots over whose giving him a kiss of life but luckily Roy had the correct apparatus). I said there’s no way I’m giving him a kiss of life absolutely not, anyway we sorted him out and phoned him a taxi then just abandoned him as you do; come on it’s Dave, if it was anyone else we probably might of showed some sympathy, anyway the girls at the cafe looked after him. He felt well enough when the taxi arrived to transport him back to Alison’s to pick his SUV up so all ends well for him. When I spoke later, he said he’s feeling better which is fantastic because he did look in a bad way, much worse than usual.
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| On the way to the Two Doves cafe |
So that left five of our mob to return back to Tattenhall following a route that took us almost into Farndon. Oops that was mine and Roy’s fault as we decided to follow CER tradition and let rip in a time trial. Dave M who was navigating our return trip mentioned a right turn, but sorry we missed it so lost George and Dave so apologies. Roy plotted a re-route for ourselves aiming for Alison’s which we got to in excellent time. Here I said farewell as I had cycled from Mickle Trafford. On my return journey who should appear but Ivan telling me to come on, but I was blowing out my backside by now, which in typical Ivan response of "Oh I’ve just covered a hundred" ha-ha yes you could say I was deflated. The man’s a machine, and I seriously think the Spanish Health Service used him for AI experiments.
Anyway, just another top cycling day with great company from start to finish doing what Thursday's CER club days are about supping tea, chatting nonsense, and putting as much effort you want to into cycling.
KB
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