Big Bad Bertha Batters Bonkers BikersAugust 10, 2014
Wow! With quality alliteration like that I should write for one of the daily rags…..or maybe not.
This mornings Club Run was always going to be a bit of a gamble, The weather reports told of “The End Of Days” but then the press do tend to hyper mega massively hugely extremely over-exaggerate the slightest of rain showers, something I’d never lower myself to, preferring to shoot from the hip and tell it as it is.
So hands up those mad enough to brave the storm…
Er well me (very mad), Lol T, Little Gary, Steve C, Austin, Darren (not quite a newbie), and a previous newbie Kevin met at the start point during a particularly heavy downpour. Alan B came out to cheer us on, but Alan, be honest you just came to laugh and offer some medication.
Kevin -welcome to the West Kent RC…again. I hope you have the time and mental prowess to cope with us loonies on other club runs!!!
We decided to abandon all hope of making it out to either Westerham via the lanes, or Penshurst Place…they wouldn’t welcome our soggy, or is that saggy bums?
So a round trip to the cyclopark it was. Yes it was wet, yes it was a bit windy, but anyone that wasn’t out missed a damn good ride – you wimps 😉
Little “turn” Gary said he’d stay at the back to play “Tail End Charlie”, so to all you regulars that have noticed Gary avoiding his turn at the front – here’s another excuse to watch out for.
Steve C was struggling a bit with his breathing, and at one point near to Longfield Hill, whilst Steve was out of sight, Lol suggested that Steve might have got stuck at the width restrictions halfway up the hill….HOW RUDE. Thinking back maybe I mis-interpreted the comment for the sake of authors brain.
Little Gary managed once again to puncture on the run in to the cyclopark cafe – for those that think that’s nothing. EVERY time we go there (6times for Gary) he has punctured in sight of the entrance.
Coffee and sandwich consumed, a passing Tsunami and thunderstorm meant that we stayed a bit longer than expected.
Once the weather had calmed enough to paddle our way along the side of the A2, we took a chance and headed home, wet, but stronger for the experience.
Austin commented it was so wet, that he found frogs in his saddle bag. At least no one noticed the tadpole in his shorts 🙂
To all those missing from this epic ride, may it rain on you plenty too. You might just have a giggle when it does.