so....where to begin? Well, the Albert Memorial seemed as good a place as any, and with 28 of us gathered at 23.30, and Andrew Br happy to lead, and the TEC team arranged to Adrian's satisfaction I waved the happy crew off and settled down to wait for Andrij, Teef, Marcus and Charlie. Who were elsewhere, having gone straight past the Town Hall. After some complex phone calls and re-arranging we met up in Deansgate and headed north in a sprightly fashion at 00.10, hoping to catch them up at Bury. Which we did, although not before they'd been waiting for ten minutes, doubtless charmed by Bury's Town Hall,
Bury was a joy to go through - people clapped and shouted encouragement, and offered us money (which I refused - sorry girls, but Teef's not for sale at any price) and we whizzed round the ring road in fine style, Chris taking point duty at the vital place.
Up into the night sky....the FNRttCers swung along at a very respectable pace indeed. Buryites out enjoying the night air wished us well, and we tottered through Tottington iin pretty close order. The sky was clear, and view to Ramsbottom was a delight. We collected at the Ramsbottom Road, and waited outside a large stone house. The owner had been in his garden, looking at us with a kind of jaundiced eye, and definitely not coming over to say hello, and if it is he referred to above, we didn't wake him up.
We descended decorously, and I stopped to chat to the small crowd outside the Rose and Crown in Edgworth who, again, offered us money (sorry, chaps, but she's spoken for). The tailenders were in great shape as they came up the hill, with some spectacularly low gears coming in to play. Kathryn looked really cheerful, and Alan, who is a bit of a powerhouse was driving the tandem up, looked as if he could do a few more of the same..
Which was just as well, because there were a few more. And up we went time and time again until, on the last hill, Miranda's derailleur stop (or lack of it) did her in. There followed a lengthy intermission. Gina and Susmito gave Miranda some WonderGel, and I wrestled vainly with the cassette. Claudine produced a short length of chain, we phoned for Teef, who latched on to the chain with some pliers, and turned the cassette back where I had failed, releasing the chain. Aftter some messing about with jockey wheel bolts we sent Miranda off with Claudine, and then Teef, not content with coercing cassettes, applied the same Teefpower to his chain, which, being mere metal, sundered.
Chain fixed we started the second chase of the night, catching Miranda and Claudine just before Blackburn and finding the FNRttCers getting their feet warm under Kerry and Jason's table. I'd reckoned on Miranda having fractured something, but having ridden with a cracked elbow I thought (without troubling the two doctors on the trip for an opinion) that she'd get to Blackburn and possibly Ribchester before the swelling got to her. She opted for the cab, and, as we went round the Blackburn one way system we found a cab and got a fixed price to Piccadilly out of him. Our Lady of the Rotated Cuff stepped in to her carriage and was whisked southward, while the rest of us toddled off up to Wilpshire, and took the left turn for what was the Descent of the Night down to the River
Ribble.
If you could bottle the joy of that descent you'd make a fortune. I watched some of the younger riders zoom down ahead of me, and, then, as the road turns left to go over the humped bridge, slowed to wonder at the lights streaking down the hill. That, my friends, is what a night ride is all about.
It was a happy crowd that arrived at the Carmen Rose, and they got happier when they saw the tray of goodies in front of them. George and Pam were obviously pleased to see us, and that counts for lot at a halfway stop. If only they could be persuaded to run Gatwick Airport.
We set off again at ten to five. I say 'we' set off again at 'ten to five' but some miscreants had to be prised from the Carmen Rose, and Adrian and I finally got them moving at five o'clock. I asked Adrian if I should go to the front, and he said that I should (that's what friends are for), so the third chase of the night was on. Andrew Br had kept the front in check, and I caught him at Longridge where we waited for the rest....who, once again, came in in great shape.
From Longridge it's down hill. The FNRttCers whooshed along the B5269, a road that has more holes than seems fair, and stopped every few miles to collect. It was a splendid ride, made even more splendid by the field boundary bends in the road and the morning mist, which at times looked like the work of some overwrought watercolouriste. Dawn's stain crept up behind us, and the sunrise was almost the equal of the sunrise on the Southend ride. Blackpool hove in to view - Chris taking the Tower Prize - and we rode in to town through a wealth of bungalows surrounded by cherry blossom, maples in first leaf, willows neatly trimmed and the occasional lime - a tree not much seen in London these days. Quilligans was sorting itself out so we checked out the seafront, ignoring signs telling us not to (Blackpool's Council having decided to regenerate the town by closing down the Prom) and returned to the cafe for breakfast.
Susie and I had seats booked on the 8.45, so we made our excuses straight after breakfast. I'm sure that the Usual Suspects (if I can use the term) appreciated Quilligans more licensed charms.
We made our way home slowly, having outwitted Virgin's lunatic pricing regime, although I sensed a certain impatience in my companion as we made the connection between New Street and Moor Street to join a suburban diesel bound, eventually, for London. Still, she joined in the football conversation with two soon-to-be-disappointed Reds while a couple of dozen City fans did their best to make light blue shirts with 'Etihad' written on them look not entirely silly. Quite how we found ourselves in a taxi at Marylebone I'm not sure, but I can't remember it being in the Dellzeqq Fare Strategy.....
Well done, one and all. You were absolutely splendid. Congratulations to Emily, and thanks to Teef, Brian and Olaf for mechanical mightiness. Well done Kathryn, who turned my worries to water (bike looks better without the rack, though) and to Miranda who, lest we forget, shot up the hill to Tottington at the front of the ride - not bad for someone who's been riding a proper bike for only six weeks. Thanks to Thom and Andrij and Adrian and Teef again for TECing, and to Claudine for cossetting Miranda after her fall.
We owe a vote of thanks to Andrew Br who joined me on two recce rides and marshalled the front of the ride on the night for over half the distance. Thankyou, Andrew. Great job.