We set off for The Olympic Ville via The Mall, where we saw some Lifeguards (usually Dave is the official horse photographer, but
his hands were aching from having to change gear manually, so it didn't happen). The CycleChat vet, Becs (famous for treating Davy Walnuts for capped hock - she helped him uncork it!
) was looking on intently as the convoy (what IS a peloton of horses called
anyway?) clippety-cloppitied past.
Talking of looking on intently, our next stop was St Pauls - the Church of St
Millets. What an abominable mess.
Even everyone's favourite architect would prefer to look at Hashish Kapoor's masterpiece, throbbing forth from the ground -
adding flair to an increasingly 'Wemblified' Olympic arena. Andy A. bought me a coffee while I chatted with Adam - perfect, thank
you both.
And then we risked the poxy Greenaway, where contractors had been practising their destructive skills on the riding surfaces.
Then CS3 was a blast, with accompanying super sunbursts through the mist...afraid my 'phone does not do the light justice, but it
was magical as the sun tried to burn through.
The topcat Dave was our pilot for the day (he led us past 'Simon's Railings' yet again - tittering all the way past
) and we split
towards Kings Cross, Regents Park etc...Dave, Luke and I went meandering along the Embankment toward Parliament Square, Dave left, Luke to the pissoir on the other side of Hyde Park, and me to Speakers Corner and more expresso. I listened for a while, went
round to see Mikey enthralling three young pupils with his skills...and Big Steev made a guest appearance - on a very neat Focus Cyclocross bike! "Too dry to get it muddy" he said!
I did another lap and clocked up an idle sixty miles in milky sun - it was nice to sit on that P-X again, the first time since a 202 mile jaunt to Harwich and back...and it felt quite strange to ride a light bike!
Thanks Dave - and all for the company.