Southend. Home to the Longest Pleasure Pier in the World. The latest venue for the Nightriders under the Moon. Egged on because of the impending Easter holiday, this ride took place on Thursday at midnight. In retrospect, this was impeccable consideration, as the weather on Friday / Saturday was grim.
So, off we went, with arallsopp unfortunately sick just before kick off, joining User1314 in the Nurses Arms until next time. A gentle roll through London 's streets, followed by a lot of passing banter along Mile End Road and outwards.
Cheam CTC had obviously pulled out all the stops for this one and the waymarkers were urging us onwards toward the Coast
Showing the way forward!
Regrouping adjacent to the cinema complex at Ilford, Radius and ilovebikes even found time to chat with Kermit the Frog who popped up.
Now, I'm not saying spot the muppet - oh no..! (© John Major)
Junction 31 of the M25 duly appeared on the flattish horizon and signalled refreshments. Luckily, coachloads of school age boys on football tour were exiting the cafeteria as we arrived - phew!
Mandy was doing her stuff behind the counter at Café Ritalin and Adrian was bystanding. It is impossible to see from this picture that he had selected, licked and nibbled a pecan twist from another place before deciding that he fancied a muffin from Mandy. Whoever got the pecan twist - moist wasn't it? No further comment about the muffin.
(Only joking about the pecan twist by the way...it was an almond one!)
Plenty of people attended this ride, and, as MacBludgeon said - plenty of nice conversation and an easy pace for the most part...only one or two hilly bits but nothing substantial. Apologies at this point to a
"gentleman who looks like Santa Claus and his stoker - a slender young woman of surpassing beauty and fierce intellect." (© Simon Legg 2009 - but true. wink.)
<by the names of wowbagger and notsototalnewbie - I did a dig in yacf> I performed a lousy bit of cycling and took my eye off the pace of things in front and ended up 'undertaking' them - which was crap, so sorry about that you two.
Saved me piling into someone I suppose but not particularly good. We had enough stops to keep the group together. Take note all you who seem apprehensive; as long as you feel comfortable with the distance and are adequately protected against the elements, the Leader and his co-equipiers care for you all the way. Go for it if you are thinking about something different!
Birdsong is the first sign, a crack of day 'breaking' - somewhere over there the next...followed by finely tuned gurgles as breakfast at the Café loomed.
As the Friday morning freewheelers cycled along the seafront, they were mindful of the local byelaws.
The Rose Restaurant
Just as everyone stashed their bikes the miserable alehouse cock from next door announced 'can you get rid of those bikes - gotta delivery coming in a minute..?' So we moved them. Then the lorry wanted to reverse across our breakfast table - we moved that, and lastly moved all the bikes that were stacked out into the 'path' of this constipated (well, there must have been some reason for him to have been...hang on, there were three miseries by this time - his mate was charming also...) driver.
Whitedraymanvan concealed the bikes from view - a nice selection of wheels! I wasn't going to let all those Garmins, Polars, and lights (Let alone Lightspeeds, Specializeds, Scotts et al) out of my sight!
Oh! And then I finally got to see my breakfast - take a look User1314, this is what you were missing!
A small plate of 'Crockery'
You'll see no meat on my plate but there were sausages, and bacon to be had with others' nosh. Notice the chips. Davywalnuts ate two breakfasts as he didn't want to feel 'uneven'.
On the promenade, the day was beginning for the proprietors of Southend seafront.
The rockshop, seen here from the upstairs window of the restaurant...
...and Tony won a SuperShapeshifter
(TM) device from the amusement arcade next door...he was working out how to use it...
Sig sensed a moment was imminent and reached for her camera.
And then it was over! MacBludgeon patiently waited for Davywalnuts to attend to his
'comfort needs'
and we would be away.
The plan was to let ChrisKH lead us out comfortably from the Coast to somewhere anonymous, give a brief description of how to get to Upminster-ish and say ta ta! The goodbyes worked perfectly! Then we had a dose of spatio-directional difficulty in Basildon. Even a helpful explanation from the manageress in Staples office store (thank you) was not enough to help as I had forgotten by the time I crossed back over the road...We spent so long umming and ahhing, I was feeling a Basildon bond. But that's nothing to write home about so we'll move along...to Billericay! Then, in homage to Dayvo of this forum, to Brentwood, where we parted company with Sig - not before a peckish Davy had decided that a little snack of cherry cake would be just the thing for a growing boy.
Who said let them eat cake?
All this while, Alastair - MacBludgeon of the boards was finding it difficult. Trying to do 100 miles is not for everyone. It needs a certain determination. Couple this with a bodyclock makeover in the form of a midnight ride to the Coast and it gives the perfect recipe for fatigue. Except that we wouldn't let him be tired - well, only for short periods at a time. In fact the description 'determined ba$tard' springs to mind - as we now know. Anyway, the Davywalnut pee breaks gave everyone a 15 minute breather each time. We had two hours rest in a four hour journey...
ilovebikes pulled himself together to rack up yet another 100 miler, Radius and Davy too.
Radius drafting-as usual.[/I] Just when he got 100 miles 'up'.
Our maiden centurion MacBludgeon is a man from Hampshire where a busy commute is indicated by a pile of fresh dung in the carriageway opposite. Ho ho ho! The A12 - route One into Londres! It was a nature trail par excellence, with lesser spotted Dentressangles and Stobartus Eddieus Maximus in abundance. It was noisy but the weather was holding and, after picking up meds and refreshment...
...where Davy fell in love at first sight...
...we toured into town with MacBludgeon racking up the miles in relative comfort. Bow flyover posed no problems, we saw Stratford under construction, we were still cycling, it wasn't all rolling countryside with squashed animals in the road - it was urban - but cycling it was.
Waterloo under the rain came into view after a minor detour through Aldwich and we said "Goodbye MacBludgeon, hello Burger King!" Monsieur Walnuts went berserk as he was ravenous (again) by this time. I guarded the bikes until the youth returned and got a brew of coffee. Bliss! The weather had turned miserable - as if to signal the end of the day, and we parted - Andy and Jack Southbound, Davy and I to the West, but not before a new bike rack was invented.
"Three doors"
Thanks to all for the organisation - and to the Company of Returnees, thanks and well done! See you all (and more) next time I hope!
And, because I manage to keep clear of the photostuff usually, here's when I got 160 kilometres on the 'clock' - FNRttC is hell - everyone talks in miles!
Thanks again all,
E&IE