This morning’s bike ride was one of those life-affirming experiences that makes all your troulbes melt away. My club’s “Pot Luck” ride teamed all those who turned up with one or more partners, and each pair/group then zoomed off on their agreed route. In three hours my partner Pat and I covered around 120 miles, including two tea stops. We left the Target roundabout on the A40 just west of London and tore up the Buckinghamshire countryside, taking in Chesham, Amersham, Princes Risboro, Chequers (the Prime Minister’s country retreat), RAF Benson, Thame, Bicester, Postcombe, Marlow, and Denham.
Our stamping ground
Farms, villages, hedgerows, and cars all disappeared in a blur as we rocketed along the road, going as fast as was safe and legal. The roads were a little damp but not wet, and there was plenty of grip for our tyres, allowing us to take corners a little faster than has been possible over the last few winter weeks.
There are few pleasures as intense as snaking through the twisty country roads on two wheels, giving room to vulnerable road users such as cyclists and horse riders while overtaking every car we could at high speed.
I returned home in the early afternoon: tired, cold, but buzzing at the excitement of the morning’s run.