First time riding SOH on the day after ten years of helping out so was good to see familiar faces and have some company on the road, though I mostly stuck to my Billy Nomates solo fixed pace.
Dipped into the first open, shaded pub I saw just before the info for a bitter shandy and crisps which sorted me out on the hydration front, and so skipped the Bell in Balsham which is the usual stopoff and even comes recommended on the routesheet.
Stumbled across Espresso Lane in Cambridge which made an incredible iced latte - at that point I couldn't figure out if my onset headache was lack of caffeine, overtight helmet or dehydration so attempted to cover all bases.
Dropped the pace slightly for the return section partly to avoid any loss of appetite for the awaiting Arrivée feast, another bitter shandy + crisp combo at Puckeridge helped soften the shitty ride back into London and attempts to comprehend how running a bike lane through the middle of bus stops ever made it into existence, but the finishing reception at Justin's house makes it all seem worthwhile in the end.
Returned home via the Overground from Canonbury to New Cross, don't think I've ever been so happy to sit on an air-conditioned train before, absolute bliss.
First time riding SOH on the day after ten years of helping out so was good to see familiar faces and have some company on the road, though I mostly stuck to my Billy Nomates solo fixed pace.
Dipped into the first open, shaded pub I saw just before the info for a bitter shandy and crisps which sorted me out on the hydration front, and so skipped the Bell in Balsham which is the usual stopoff and even comes recommended on the routesheet.
Stumbled across Espresso Lane in Cambridge which made an incredible iced latte - at that point I couldn't figure out if my onset headache was lack of caffeine, overtight helmet or dehydration so attempted to cover all bases.
Dropped the pace slightly for the return section partly to avoid any loss of appetite for the awaiting Arrivée feast, another bitter shandy + crisp combo at Puckeridge helped soften the shitty ride back into London and attempts to comprehend how running a bike lane through the middle of bus stops ever made it into existence, but the finishing reception at Justin's house makes it all seem worthwhile in the end.
Returned home via the Overground from Canonbury to New Cross, don't think I've ever been so happy to sit on an air-conditioned train before, absolute bliss.
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