Last time the local cycle club ran a taster session no one new turned up. The weather was to blame. It was arranged for a few weeks back, and was the same day as my mosaics course (which was my excuse for not being there) – but it was also the day that Oxfordshire had a complete downpour of heavy heavy rain.
So this Saturday I was honour bound to turn up for the next taster session, despite the fact it was the day after an exhaustingly enjoyable trip to the Chelsea Flower Show, followed that evening by hosting a dinner party for 10 (and having maybe one more drink that was advisable for an early-ish start.)
Thing is that the clubs rides normally start at 9am and we had a 6 mile ride to get there, so the alarm was duly set and zombie fashion I got up, donned Lycra, rehydrated and breakfasted.
It was only as we drew up to the station (meeting point) that Cycloman groaned. Continue reading “Taster”