{"id":150,"date":"2006-10-21T23:44:00","date_gmt":"2006-10-21T23:44:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/?p=150"},"modified":"2024-01-29T11:32:44","modified_gmt":"2024-01-29T11:32:44","slug":"tandem-ride-sutton-park","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/?p=150","title":{"rendered":"Tandem Ride, Sutton Park"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Posted on 21 October 2006<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mrs. Wow and I were in two minds about setting off for the ride this morning. Hers and mine. She was all rationality: \u201cWhere\u2019s the sense in driving over 300 miles so that we can cycle about thirty, when the weather forecast tell us that we\u2019re odds on to be drowned out?\u201d I was all optimism: \u201cWell, we\u2019ve been lucky before\u2026 I grant you we\u2019ll probably get a bit wet, but we\u2019ll meet some lovely people, we\u2019ll see a bit of the country we don\u2019t know, and we\u2019ll have a good lunch.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We left home around 7.15 and rolled into Sutton Park shortly after 10 o\u2019clock. The only event of any note on the way up occurred on the M1 when a motorcyclist pulled alongside our car and waved to me in slow motion. It took a while for the penny to drop: it was Charlotte!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We must have been pretty well the last to arrive. We had scarcely got out of the car when a lycra clad gent with strong Brummy accent greeted me and shook me by the hand. \u201cDidge\u201d said he. The inestimable Mr. Didge, aka Charlie. We meet at last!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There were others whose existence we had only previously witnessed electronically: Si (main ride organiser), Docsquid, Clarion, Pagan, Elleigh (came to wave us off), Mr & Mrs Pike, Windy, Paul, mas051 plus others whose names I will inevitably forget. Apologies to all \u2013 worn-out brain syndrome (WOBS). Of those I had met before, there was  Vicky, Charlotte (that awful Charlotte!), The First Two Things, Zipperhead & Son, AlanS and Alchemy (flying visit). There were 10 tandems (one with a complete crew substitute at half-time), two pretty standard (but high quality) touring bikes, Didge\u2019s splendid Viking Fixie, the recumbent that Charlotte had borrowed for the day and a very interesting concoction made out of a mountain bike frame and a park bench which Johnny Thin rode. He arrived at the lunch stop and accompanied us back to Sutton Park.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As parks go, Sutton park is very impressive. It\u2019s big: probably not as much as a square mile, but it can\u2019t be much less. There are lakes, trees and lots of the other stuff that urban parks are renowned for, but on a large scale. The first mile or more of our ride took place within the park, but then we were out on (almost) open roads. Little Aston looked plush \u2013 we didn\u2019t see any houses because they were all set back too far from the road. Thereafter we took a fairly meandering route to the lunch stop, mostly on country lanes with a plethora of bovine evidence about them, but with a couple of busy road crossings thrown in. At one point we saw a buzzard and Vicky I think it was pointed out a second, but my eyesight wasn\u2019t up to that one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Charlotte had to do a bit of luggage adjusting (   ) and we took the opportunity to find out which of our wheels was rubbing. It turned out that we were losing a great deal of power because the front wheel wasn\u2019t seated properly. A quick flick and back with the quick release skewer and out bike went a lot faster, or, more accurately, went at the same pedestrian speed much more easily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lunch was excellent. Not many people went for the starter, but I did: mushroom and cheese with a bit of salad. Tim & I opted for the bangers & mash main course, and the toffee pudding for afters, washed down with plenty of tea. There was a good deal of variety and forummers selected a fair cross-section of what was on offer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then we were on our way back again, by a considerably shorter route than on the way out. I made the entire journey 33 miles. Once back at the start, there were photographs, some silliness involving a recumbent which involved Windy sitting in a puddle, but most importantly there was a very large black cloud heading northward and, having had the luck and the dry weather, we were keen to get in the car before the heavens opened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We had scarcely left the park when the rain started. It was heavy and lasted at least half an hour, by which time we were on the A14.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Family Clarion & Windy at lunch.
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More ACFers at lunch.
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Keeping the faeries at bay. This dance is clothing optional.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A collection of tandems.
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Didge shows his<\/em> class.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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