Eleven Knights turned out to join the “team bus” for a tour around the local area. Confusion reigned from the start when Pugwash spotted James G heading in the opposite direction on the way to the start. “I’m sure Neil said Manor House” thought Pugwash waving a cheery hello in passing. “Sunday’s are always 0930 from Market Cross” thought James G as he passed with a puzzled look on his face. Well it seems he was not the only one making the same mistake as a message from Sharrin confirmed.
“Rule 87 The Ride Always Leaves on Time!” cried Neil as we set off for Walkington. Fortunately for those of the “confused” persuasion they were able to head directly to intercept the “bus” on the way to High Hunsley. Olivier also arrived in the nick of time to see the “bus” just departing but was able to latch on to the back.
The initial pace along Middlehowe road was somewhat sedentary as we warmed up and caught up with the latest news from those we hadn’t seen much of recently. At one point we were caught up by another cyclist, but with our group completely occupying the road, he could not find a way through until reaching the Newbald Road.
Heading towards Riplingham the pace picked up. The fact that the terrain was generally downhill had nothing to do with it. There was a lump or two on the way to keep the heart flying as we headed onward to Welton. After that the going was fairly flat through Elloughton, Ellerker and on to South Cave with everyone jockeying for position.
From North Cave to Market Weighton was a great opportunity to have a “chain gang”. It was not quite textbook operation but still managed around 21mph+. What do you mean “it was wind assisted”? It doesn’t say that on Strava.
Passing through Market Weighton someone must have lost their bearings as a voice piped up “Where are we going now? I thought we were going straight on”. Never mind just follow the leader 🐑.
The final challenge was the climb up to the Fiddle Drill. Matt led the way initially until Pugwash took over to reach the cafe first. Before you all jump to the conclusion that it was an effort to get to the front of the queue, I’ll have you know that desperation for the loo🚽 took precedence!
On arrival it looked like we’d landed on a cycle rally with bikes parked all around and tables occupied by cyclists. Fortunately some of us were accommodated inside while others grabbed a table outside which had been kept warm by Smithy and family.
The “strikers” were first to finish the “half time” break and decided to set off for home, leaving the “defenders” to follow a little later. The two groups took different routes back to Etton. The “strikers” preferring the more direct Spring road via Kiplingcotes while the “defenders” returned via Holme-on-the-Wolds.
We still seem to be a long way from Summer conditions but despite that we still had a few brave souls who deemed it fit for wearing shorts. A great route and a pleasure to be out in larger groups. Look forward to seeing you all again.