A lovely day to be out riding a bike. It was good to have Pete Wilson along after his DVT episode. We rode out to Barrowden, Morcott and then around in a circle via Wing, across to Seaton and along to Uppingham. According to Pete we usually ride round in circles, anyway. We still managed 40 miles, which was probably enough in this heat and humidity. I forgot to take a photo on the ride, so here is one of us when we arrived back at the club house. Neil looks very determined for some reason - perhaps it was the prospect of riding back up Middleton hill.
It started slightly chilly but soon warmed up for our ride to a new venue at The Paddocks, Flore. We went out through Haselbech (down the hill this time), Guilsborough, Ravensthorpe, East Haddon and through the Bringtons. Chris Sumpter had an explosive puncture (we thought it was a gunshot), so had to turn home with Nick.
The tea room was small but quite a good basic menu. I think we must have been the only customers today.
Neil brought us back through Long Buckby and West Haddon, Cold Ashby, Naseby and then the usual way home though Arthingworth.
A good ride overall, thanks to the weather. We might do it again.
Here's a photo of us starting out for the journey home.
After having advertised the event for the last 4 months I was rather disappointed with the turnout of older bikes for La Nostalgie. However, I brought my Motobecane, Steve W was on his Hetchins and a new rider, Anne, came on her Raleigh. Richard Daniels met us at Ventoux with his well-used Reynolds. It was fairly lumpy route and we went at quite a gentle pace. Unfortunately, Pete Rowbotham suffered a broken rear gear cable before we got to the last (steepest) hill. I think we all deserved the reward of our preferred tipple when we got there. The 'oldies' were the last to leave, so we all rode back together. A pleasant day, overall.
It was a beautiful warm and sunny day for a ride. Some would say too hot, but it was OK while we were on the move. We were originally supposed to go to the Buddhist Centre at Kelmarsh, but more of that anon. Steve took the leisurely group on a relatively direct route, while we went around Rothwell, Old, Holcot, Pitsford Causeway and Brixworth to Cottesbrook and up the hill into Haselbech. When we arrived at the Buddhist Centre we found it was blasted-well closed, so we went around Arthingworth to Gt Oxendon and on to Waterloo Farm. By the time we got there it felt as though we had earned the coffee and cake. This week's photo shows the bikes taking a well-earned rest in the sun.
Pete Jinks took the easy group along the valley to the cafe, while the 'moderate' group went out to Fotheringhay and back via Kings Cliffe and Bulwick. On the way we had a taste of Paris Roubaix (Kirby Lane) and the Strade Bianche (newly-gritted road near Nassington). We also met a character who, on first encounter looked like Tom De Moulin but turned out when we saw him again to be a Marco Pantani replica, complete with full Maglia Rosa and pink shorts, earring and bandana. It's funny what you see around the lanes!
A good turnout and it was nice to have some new faces along on the ride. When we arrived the place was absolutely packed with cyclists. Great atmosphere but temporarily nowhere to sit and a long wait for service.
The drinks and cakes were very good but NO TOILETS - how is that supposed to work?
Steve W went off with three ladies and tried out his idea for a freewheeling competition - watch out for this. The main group of seven rode out round Noseley, Great Glen and Kibworth to meet up at the cafe. On the way we passed a farm with two donkeys and a very young foal. This prompted someone to ask if you could milk a donkey and, if so, could you make cheese with the milk? Funny what you talk about on rides. Here's a photo of Greg looking every inch a modern Cyclist.
Quite a pleasant day, with a cool start, but it warmed up nicely later on. Steve took a small 'easy' group out by the direct route, while the main group went on a rather more hilly ride to Uppingham, Wing and along to Edith Weston and then we twiddled about around Lynton and Preston. Somewhere along the way we managed to lose Neil. We went back to look for him, but no success. If you're reading this Neil - sorry! In future I plan to give everyone a card with my mobile number on it so that people don't get irretrievably lost. This week's photo shows four happy riders post coffee and cake.
After a rather inauspicious start, weather-wise, things warmed and dried up, resulting in quite a pleasant day. Pete Wilson and Nathan went off on a training ride, promising to meet us at the cafe. The 'standard ride' went via Rothwell, Harrington, Kelmarsh, Clipston and Foxton, round the Langtons to Medbourne.
Steve Wickham, meanwhile, lead the Womens' Ride (with a few men tagging along) for a slightly easier ride. When we all met up at Cafe Neville there must have been about 25 of us all together, with at least 10 women riders. It was good to see this level of support for our inaugural Womens' Ride and we hope that there will be many more of them. The sun shone warmly while we supped and ate in the courtyard ready for a (fairly) gentle ride home.
Everybody seemed to arrive at the last minute for today's ride. I had selected my kit in the hope that it would warm up, which it never did, really. It was good to have the company of Kiera in full team kit and very tasty bike, who brought her friend Haddi with her. The route was quite hilly, taking in Uppingham, Belton, Knossington and Cold Overton. After that, it levelled out a bit after Wissendine to Wymondham, where we met up with Steve W who had brought another group on a rather gentler route. The ride back was mostly into the teeth of a stiff breeze through Market Overton to Empingham, and back through Morcott to home. Today's photo is a view from the back of the bunch.
Ten of us, including two newcomers left the club house in cool sunshine to ride to Manton, where we caught the Rutland Melton Classic (Rutland's answer to Paris-Roubaix) on its first circuit to Rutland Water - photo 1. We picked up another new member and went on to Launde via Brooke and Belton. Alas, I hadn't realised that this was only his second time out on the bike, so it was something of a baptism of fire!
After having refuelled at Launde, everyone seemed to want to turn for home so I went on alone to Owston, where I caught the race coming through again (photo 2 - this is what you missed folks). By now the sun was shining warmly and the atmosphere was buzzing- well worth going again, perhaps next year. I now headed back via Cafe Ventoux, which by 3:30 was nearly empty and got home having covered 60 miles.