GrumpyGregry
Here for rides.
Home to Crawley via a very muddy cycle route where I startled some mtb-ers. Looked at some veteran cars and ate a bacon roll served by a boy scout. Met the FNRttC crew. Rode illegally in a guided bus lane. Heard a posh voice say "why are there so many cyclists?" from the boot of an Aston Martin. Chased a recumbent down a hill quite briskly. Passed the pub where I took tlh on our first date and where Frank, I learned, played his last game of cricket. Got chased up a hill by two veteran cars but only one had the horses to pass me. Peeled off and followed my old commute route wheeeeee! All the way home.
Foggy mist and damp. One of those rides when you are too hot and too cold somehow at the same time.
Foggy mist and damp. One of those rides when you are too hot and too cold somehow at the same time.
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