It was 12 degrees when i left the house on Sunday morning. And spitting. It was that wet rain, the sort of rain that gets you wet. It stayed wet till lunch.
Game for a laugh were Steve, Stuart, Alan, Geoff and me. We took the direct route out to Press, direct and flat. The 5 of us stayed together well as a group, taking turns on the front and chatting all the while.
At Prees there was the mother of all motorbike rallies and the outcome of a quick chat was that we should head over to Audlem instead.
Service at the Priest House was swift and smiley, our waitress having beautiful teeth. Toast (very good bread) and a lake of beans consumed and we were gone within 30 minutes.
The wet rain had now gone away and it was warming up for our return journey which took us around the south of Nantwich and on towards Crewe where we saw Phil Booth which was ironic as he was completely in black like a 2 wheeled ninja. By now the day had warmed up nicely and it was 20 degrees, perfect summer weather.
Crewe covered and Middlewich despatched, Davenham and Northwich were quickly upon us where we all went our separate ways, me to watch the Tour. It was a great day, no dramas, no punctures, no craziness, just club mates on their bikes out for a steady ride.
Later on i washed my bike and that was when i found the gash all the way through my front tyre. How i got home on that i don’t know, it would seem that in fact the sun had been smiling all day long.
