Forest Row Bike Club

Ride Report

Sevenoaks 10th February 2008

As I woke up this morning, groggy and tired I thought: 'how am I going to beat John today? - I'm not'.

So up I got and we headed down to bright Forest Row. The turnouts today were: Graham, Kate, Ron, Don, Jane, Steve, Christa, Tony, Val and I. Mary and Adam joined us up the road and some old bloke on his new bike was there too. Shame. We rode up to Cowden very happily and jolly, as I zoomed past everyone I chanced upon Ron, leading as usual and decided to exchange some words.

Ron commented on the fact that the old barn seemed dirtier and broken more and more every time we passed. He was baffled why anyone would leave a building to get into that state.

Cycling down The Street we found ourselves shouting 'ICE' and slipping a bit and Don imparted some wisdom to me. As we all slogged up a hill near Sevenoaks, Adam and Mary left at the bottom with a prior engagement, they said goodbye to Christa for all of us.

Soon enough I had talked to everyone had a go on John's bike and we had locked up our bikes, we were in Café Nero in Sevenoaks. I found a pound and Ron, John and Steve attempted to nick it.

Soon afterwards after we had left, Tony, Val and Steve left to go home as they had to be back for some reason (they were wimping out) so we were left in a smaller group.

Now we were on our way back, everyone was baked by the sun and enjoying the ride, we perchanced upon some horses that ran away once they saw john and then we saw some more munching through a hay bale and I nicked John's bike. Christa found that she had a slow puncture so when we got to the farm in Cowden again, we pumped it up.

We were now almost back, Don and Christa left to go straight home up the main road and those of us that were left went into Forest Row to Java and Jazz for a coffee after I'd beaten John down Wall Hill (morally).

We then all split up and went our own ways home.


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