Winter Wonderland AKA Somers in August
Greetings fellow hardy types who lined up Sunday 3rd of August, I’m sure it can be claimed that this group is: “Tough As” (i) I’m sure that the temperature at the start was lower than what Tenzig Norgay and that Edmund bloke had to endure, I know the climb is worse than K2.
A vain attempt at warm up was conducted, next time it’s into the cafe -2 hot chocolates please no marshmellows, waif like figure you know!(ii) To increase the core temperature of course.
At the start everyone is in touch with their botanical side and trying to photosynthesise by standing in the sun, but even the Polar Bears are cold, so ears open, mouths shut and the Chief Comm. passes on relevant points, SBO’s are fresh in minds, 250 mt, keep left, lights -it is still not rocket surgery but some do need reminding. We get the Nellie Dan in front of us and away we go, neutral until the first corner. The majestically poetry in motion of grace and skill that is C grade creating auras of ability and ambitions, soon to be snapped like dry bamboo(iii)
Wise heads get to the front and the first lap is a steady pace. At this point I will claim the SBO’s as the driving factor, not the fact frozen fingers could not change gears or the DQ from Cora Lyn has put fear into the group. The next 5 ½ laps are a blur as groups of fine young riders ably lead by :Mr Black, Mr Purpley Jersey, the other Mr Black and Mr Blue try to up the ante but the largest gap is only every about 200 mt and we roll around as a group. The number of willing workers is proportional to the amount of laps left and by the last lap Mr Blacks x 2 are the only ones at bat, those who think they are combinations of Marcel,Peter,Eric and Mark are licking their lips-it’s got bunch finish all over it!
The bell tolls for thee in C and the above mentioned Mr Blacks x 2 vainly attempt one last pace increase, this lasts as long as a political promise and by the penultimate corner it’s all together this fine weather, at the Blue Castle I notice coffins with skeletons and grave stones in the front yard, I’m sure one is set for me, just as well the alarm is off on heart monitor. I did drive back that way and confirm the above,some people have too much spare time, anyhoot back to race face as the pace goes from tepid to lukewarm and we catch E grade, the 400 series, just on the last bend( I think they need TG reports and unbiased feedback next week Bill!)Mr Purpley, Mr Black x 3 and Fiona-saw her name in results- go coco bananas and zip past E grade, the rest of C grade dawdle around and it’s left to the 5 bolters to fight for the chocolates.
At least I was finally warm and happy that we all got around the SBO’s can be put away.
Many thanks to the Marshalls and Traffic Controllers and as always a greater thanks to Bill, Ian and Lance who front almost every week and do 99% of the work so mugs like me can have a pedal.
TG ,see you at Casey
Is a relevant term when compared to a moist lettuce leaf.
My scales still have 3 digits to the left of the decimal point.
All attempts futile, more passengers than a No 67 tram.