Steve Jones
Active Member
My first time on an fnrttc run, and I must say the standard of organisation, especially of the weather, was fantastic. Despite this being my first night ride, for some strange reason this was my third ride to Brighton this year, having not done it for 10 years, and it was much the most memorable. of the trio. My "normal" Brighton route is down the western side of the the A23 and over Devil's Dyke, so this was the first time I'd tackled Ditchling Beacon in 17 years; as it happens on the same bike (an 18 year old Raleigh Dynatech). Glad to see I could still make it with a bit of puffing. I say the same bike, but it's like rather like Trigger's broom, given the number of new parts over the years. I'm not sure that Clive Hodgson, the Raleigh Special Produce Division man who assembled it - the bike came with a card and a photo of said gentleman, would recognise it.
I got volunteered to be wayfinder a couple of times, which was kind of restful, and made me think 90 bicycles is rather a lot when whizzing down Reigate Hill. My greatest admiration is for those at the back. That requires a sort of grim determination to get through, and having been there, and done that, all I can say is it gets easier, as it's only been in the last 6 months or so that I've taken up cycling again. I didn't feel too bad, and was able to go out on Sunday with the local bike club's "moderate group" Sunday morning run over the Chilterns.
I'm of the old-fashioned sort who can't quite face the idea of beer before midday, so I waited 'till back home in Maidenhead before indulging in a couple of pints in the local 'spoon. (I'm haunted by the image of the local packs of middle aged men who turn up in that pub at 9:00AM to start on the strong lagers; a vision of what I might become...)
I've registered for the Whitstable ride, so I assume I'll be seeing a few of you again.
Thanks to Simon, to the Scouts and everybody else for such a great night out.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here.
By Bill from the midlands.
I got volunteered to be wayfinder a couple of times, which was kind of restful, and made me think 90 bicycles is rather a lot when whizzing down Reigate Hill. My greatest admiration is for those at the back. That requires a sort of grim determination to get through, and having been there, and done that, all I can say is it gets easier, as it's only been in the last 6 months or so that I've taken up cycling again. I didn't feel too bad, and was able to go out on Sunday with the local bike club's "moderate group" Sunday morning run over the Chilterns.
I'm of the old-fashioned sort who can't quite face the idea of beer before midday, so I waited 'till back home in Maidenhead before indulging in a couple of pints in the local 'spoon. (I'm haunted by the image of the local packs of middle aged men who turn up in that pub at 9:00AM to start on the strong lagers; a vision of what I might become...)
I've registered for the Whitstable ride, so I assume I'll be seeing a few of you again.
Thanks to Simon, to the Scouts and everybody else for such a great night out.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here.
By Bill from the midlands.