RoubaixCube
~Tribanese~
- Location
- London, UK
Is it possible to get a map of the route? It may be possible for me to join to as you head towards waltham abbey and save myself the headache of heading into central london for the starting point.
Hey, @bobcolover were you on the ride years ago when someone who's been sent out by his flatmates with a tenner to buy pizza in *Brixton* bumped into the ride, misheard the destination and followed the group for some time before he realised it was going to *Brighton*? By then it was too late. ¿Pedro? Might have been his name?application gone in
I wonder if we will pick up a random stranger as we did last year?
I think he enjoyed his totally unexpected extended ride.
Pasquale....Hey, @bobcolover were you on the ride years ago when someone who's been sent out by his flatmates with a tenner to buy pizza in *Brixton* bumped into the ride, misheard the destination and followed the group for some time before he realised it was going to *Brighton*? By then it was too late. ¿Pedro? Might have been his name?
(Many Fridays rides have a bit of magic. Like that one to Southend where the water bottles froze. Oh and that one to Maldon where we rode toward the rising sun through silent Essex countryside. And the submarine on the Whitstable trip. The one where we rode alongside the river after arriving in Bordeaux. And arriving in John o Groats on LonJog. We'll forget that muddy Bognor one, please.)
The "12 miles to Wick" was not within my definition of a "bit of magic".Hey, @bobcolover were you on the ride years ago when someone who's been sent out by his flatmates with a tenner to buy pizza in *Brixton* bumped into the ride, misheard the destination and followed the group for some time before he realised it was going to *Brighton*? By then it was too late. ¿Pedro? Might have been his name?
(Many Fridays rides have a bit of magic. Like that one to Southend where the water bottles froze. Oh and that one to Maldon where we rode toward the rising sun through silent Essex countryside. And the submarine on the Whitstable trip. The one where we rode alongside the river after arriving in Bordeaux. And arriving in John o Groats on LonJog. We'll forget that muddy Bognor one, please.)
I was !! The initial fateful exchange happened about 3' in front of me.Hey, @bobcolover were you on the ride years ago when someone who's been sent out by his flatmates with a tenner to buy pizza in *Brixton* bumped into the ride, misheard the destination and followed the group for some time before he realised it was going to *Brighton*? By then it was too late. ¿Pedro? Might have been his name?
(Many Fridays rides have a bit of magic. Like that one to Southend where the water bottles froze. Oh and that one to Maldon where we rode toward the rising sun through silent Essex countryside. And the submarine on the Whitstable trip. The one where we rode alongside the river after arriving in Bordeaux. And arriving in John o Groats on LonJog. We'll forget that muddy Bognor one, please.)