Rather belatedly; that was really a fabulous night/day out.
Despite the pressure of being asked to lead the way, it was an enjoyable pootle up the A56 to Bury although I was nearly left-hooked on Deansgate at the 3rd traffic light. It was as close as I've ever come..............
My shout of "No" as he started indicating as he overtook me on the white line at the junction, thankfully, stopped him turning.
I was pointing holes but it seemed that some that I deemed not worthy of comment were being shouted out further back. I lowered the threshold after that and started pointing out more. Are the roads really that bad up here ?
Our peleton was noticed by Helen (GF) as we flashed through Whitefield. She was on a night out and was in a bar on the A56. At first we were cheered by the people outside the bar and then by everyone inside as well !
It was heart warming to get a similar reception going through Bury after we were reunited with our
glorious leader Simon.
I was still charged with leading the way as we hit the hill out of Tottington although, understandably, many people rode past as I investigated the double whammy of a Rohloff in the hills; a) it's heavy b) the lower gears are less efficient.
I believe these are cyclist excuses 34 and 47 respectively. Excuse 1) is I'm not very good on hills and excuse 2) is I'm still not very good on hills.
When we hit the rollercoaster en-route to Blackburn I managed to swoop past quite a few people on the dips by virtue of a reasonable lighting system and knowing where I was going, although I then became a bit of a mobile chicane on the ascents.
The desent into Blackburn was as hairy as I remembered it plus it was very cold after waiting at the summit while Miranda's mechanical (as we then understood it to be) was dealt with.
The Asda was a lovely haven when we reached it. I'm pretty confident that I'll never say that again about an Asda.
It was then that the full story of what had happened to Miranda became apparent and she set off for Manchester in a taxi. It was a real shame. She steamed past me in great style on the pull out of Tottington.
The swoop down into Ribchester was as delightful as ever; smooth tarmac, (who'd have thought ?) and a downhill that went on for ages. It was matched or even exceeded by the welcome in the cafe in Ribchester.
The drag out of the
Ribble valley towards Longridge seemed much less onerous than I'd been expecting and then, after the regroup, the ride just got better and better.
Our glorious leader Simon came to the front, the hammer went down a little and we were off. I'll cherish the memories of swooping through the cold pockets of mist at 18-20mph as the sky lightened, for a very long time.
Even the dreaded (by me) hills into Blackpool slipped by without being noticed. I started thinking "Is that it ?" but it was, we were there.
After a brief excursion along the Prom (no brass band playing.....), Quilligans really delivered the goods by serving breakfast quickly and with very good humour.
After getting my bike released from (my words) "the lovely Bob Jackson and the Ti bike" John (Yahuda Moon), Brian (Brian) and I set off for Preston. I'd made my apologies about speed in advance and they were very patient although Brian's afterburners kicked in as we neared Preston and it became a bit more of a struggle for me. Apparently he'd digested his breakfast . Our moving average for this stage (including some walking up the streets and through the station) was 15.6mph. Being hard men, they pressed on for Manchester. Being a wuss, I bought a train ticket.
After a 10 minute wait, I got onto a train for Manchester and met up with Kim and a CCer from Sheffield. The journey passed without incident although I think Kim valued the feedback as I got off at Deansgate that she had to change in two stops.
I cycled back to Chorlton and went to Marble Beerhouse for an hour where I read the paper with a pint of Ginger Marble (OK two pints).
The final bit to home was slowed by the traffic chaos caused by the car parking at Chorlton's "Big Green Festival".
It was lovely to meet so many of you for the first time and to catch up with Brian and Jogler again and I was pleased to be able to make a small contribution to the ride.
Another memory that will stay with me for a long time is the good humour and the shear joy of the whole group with the enthusiasm of CL and Susie, particulalry, making me smile.