Firstly, I rode to Brighton on Friday with my son (jago, who is 10). Beautiful weather conspiring with a flukey failure to get lost, resulted in a bona fide win of a ride. The highlight of which was me talking J through the ascent of Ditchling by pretending to be Froome helping Sideburns through a moment of difficulty in the Alps. Sharing a molten brownie with a red-faced, proud 10 year old at the top was mos def a Hallmark moment to tuck into the Dad portfolio.
Second was a 45 minute ride on Saturday, which was having to replace a proper ride because I had a wedding to be drunk at later on. Decided to have a crack at a Strava loop someone had set up over shooter's hill and back round via Rochester way. I managed to take a minute and a half out of the kom (boast post tosser), which was quite nice.
Thirdly, Family spin of 30 miles round London today, which took in lunch at Capitan Corelli's in Battersea. For those not in the know Corelli's is the most awesome, cheap, weird, authentic Italian restaurant I know in London. Full of odd looking misfits shouting/singing at each other in Italian.
The most singular bit of knowledge that I gained today is that when the sun comes out, if you see a Boris bike you should take immediate evasive action. This may sound hyperbolic, but I have honestly NEVER seen such terrible, scary cycling as I saw The Borisers doing today. I was nearly taken out by two guys RLJing as I crossed on the green man in clear view, I had to grab my son and pull him out of the path of a woman swerving across the entire width of a one way road going the wrong way, looking behind her, while talking on a mobile! Fucking cyclists, I'm bidding on a hummvee as I type and filling out a subscription to the Daily mail.
^^ looks like a tough ride Jim - chapeau!
Three rides for me this weekend.
Firstly, I rode to Brighton on Friday with my son (jago, who is 10). Beautiful weather conspiring with a flukey failure to get lost, resulted in a bona fide win of a ride. The highlight of which was me talking J through the ascent of Ditchling by pretending to be Froome helping Sideburns through a moment of difficulty in the Alps. Sharing a molten brownie with a red-faced, proud 10 year old at the top was mos def a Hallmark moment to tuck into the Dad portfolio.
Second was a 45 minute ride on Saturday, which was having to replace a proper ride because I had a wedding to be drunk at later on. Decided to have a crack at a Strava loop someone had set up over shooter's hill and back round via Rochester way. I managed to take a minute and a half out of the kom (boast post tosser), which was quite nice.
Thirdly, Family spin of 30 miles round London today, which took in lunch at Capitan Corelli's in Battersea. For those not in the know Corelli's is the most awesome, cheap, weird, authentic Italian restaurant I know in London. Full of odd looking misfits shouting/singing at each other in Italian.
The most singular bit of knowledge that I gained today is that when the sun comes out, if you see a Boris bike you should take immediate evasive action. This may sound hyperbolic, but I have honestly NEVER seen such terrible, scary cycling as I saw The Borisers doing today. I was nearly taken out by two guys RLJing as I crossed on the green man in clear view, I had to grab my son and pull him out of the path of a woman swerving across the entire width of a one way road going the wrong way, looking behind her, while talking on a mobile! Fucking cyclists, I'm bidding on a hummvee as I type and filling out a subscription to the Daily mail.