hilly club run, one of those rides where you feel you've gone up a fitness level (from the lungs clearing themselves and making you sound like a twenty a day man):
53km (31.8 miles)
av. speed 18.8kmh (11.28mph)
max speed 64.5kph (37.8mph)
hailstones the size of ball bearings hitting you in the face at a closing speed of c30-40mph was
not one of the highlights, neither were the skip lorry that charged through without stopping (had to eventually, and got four barrels from one of the other riders), nor the idiot who slowed down to point out that there was a cycle lane to my left (another rider filling the space, and i should point out that they did not need to either squeeze me, or go over the centre line), and best of all was the numpty who tried to squeeze past on a country lane, and got all upset when his wing mirror got knocked. i can think of more sensible behaviour than shouting the odds at twentyish other blokes.
