Sunday, 23 November 2014

Club Ride Saturday 22nd November 2014


Just for those who might be thinking of growing a beard this winter

I happened to be in a showhouse earlier this week. These palaces of perfection come stuffed with more scatter cushions than you could use in a lifetime. Of course it’s all carefully staged so that you want to buy into their utopian world of elegance and sophistication. What took my interest most was a bicycle themed bedroom. A glossy cycling magazine casually placed on top of the bedside cabinet, curiously had a large magnifying glass fashioned out of a bike chain resting on the cover. Hung on one wall was a wheel minus its tyre, which looked as though it might have come off of an old fashioned pram rather than a bike.  Still, I dare say it all fitted in with the interior designer’s idea of what every cycling enthusiast is looking for in a bedroom. At one time the room would have been themed around motor racing or golf, but interior designers know what’s hot. The thing is we Clarions do what we do, because that’s who we are and not because it happens to be in fashion. And, we’ll still be doing it when the circus has packed up and left town, whenever that might be.

With the big top still standing tall and not a clown in sight (the last bit is debatable), five of us set off on Saturday’s club ride to Toomers Garden Centre at Lydiard Millicent. This proved to be an ideal window of opportunity, as we managed to make it there and back in the dry. The mild weather ensured that the only moisture we had to contend with was that generated by our own body heat.

After a pleasant ride across the Dauntsey Vale, we climbed Chesley Hill at Grittenham up to Tockenham and rode eventually around to Royal Wootton Bassett, where there was an enforced stop to fix a puncture.


We're still going al fresco in late November!

Whilst Toomers might lack the ambience of some of the cafes we visit, this is more than compensated for by the extremely reasonable prices; decent slices of homemade cake are just £1.50 and the obliging staff who allow us to wheel our bikes through the shop and café. The temperature inside the café is always blisteringly hot and so we chose to sit outside.

We lingered over our refreshments in case Mike and Maureen were trying to find us, but when it seemed unlikely that they’d still be coming, we left in close formation, led by Howard and trundled off to Purton.

Having enjoyed the exhilarating descent at Pavenhill, we settled into a comfortable pace back to Malmesbury.

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