OK time to show off. This is the first Sunday London report featuring Zipp keboard, electronic thought-changer and Van delivery at no extra cost.
A plethora of CycleChat shirts abounded at Wellington Arch. I sort of just made it on time - my legs had reached a new Pb. No, not that good - they felt even more like lead than usual after playing in the rain the previous 24 hours!
Anyway, new boy V for Vengedetta / Paul turned up on some cheap plastic bike although we amused him - welcome to the fold, Paul. And Ian was looking at his new Van Nicholas every five seconds. He has developed this new process called "thought cleaning"...it's a bit like Superman with his x-ray vision. One glance at the offending fly, dust or smear and the problem is resolved! Two lovely bikes, men. Meanwhile, the group were disappointed by Dave who had nothing new on offer, just his mangy old Litespeed with Dura-Ace and Di12 - same old stuff as last week - but with the welcome addition of 'bro' Mark - it has been a long time Mark, and was about time too.
And Clive.
No more Mr Preston. Now it's Mr Pressed on! Wow! The drugs Clive must be taking to have hoisted his performance curve way beyond the acceptable parameters...the SLR suspects. To see you and Paul racing past One Hyde Park was like watching two grasshoppers riding pencil lead - eat more pies both of you!
"The Commander" under instruction from his stomach suggested Route One to Fatboys Diner - which was met by unanimous accord by the group. Bent Mikey lost his chance to meet and greet and we were on our way. London seemed to pass quite rapidly today and User10571 once again displayed his affliction - atozedism is a phenomenon to be admired...only Dave has the same affliction..it's a wonderful thing.
So what do we do? Everyone chats, admires, sits around, drinks tea, coffee and eats. Fatboys is famous for hosting films so User10571's pastrami on rye with sauerkraut and gherkin went bye the bye - but the proprietor was decent enough to appease us with tea and coffee - which enabled another chat. A meandering Thamesside ride enabled us to arrive at the Greenwich foot tunnel café where jerk chicken (well, it is Carnival weekend!) patties, fried egg sandwiches on toast were consumed and then wee all went our separate ways.
Dave, Mark, Paul and I did a fairly rapid exit to LMNH where, once again, the Kernel India Pale Ale tasted good. Mark hasn't had a Slag in a long while (so he said) and we passed a few more minutes chatting about this and that before splitting for various points. I say thank you all - my legs are still thinking...
Ah! Crap wheels, Ian - you probably need to change them...
More plastic crap from Paul - it's just as well we're tolerant of shabby gear on the Sunday London.
There was something fishy going on at Trinity Buoy Wharf...but on a scale of one to ten...
There was even a London example of a 'nobber' to behold.
Mark shows the correct Pilates technique for supping a bottle of 'Slag' while paying attention. The guy behind is famous for cycling a road bike over rocks and stuff - Dave will supply the details as he knows where the video lurks...thanks all. (No joy with the cranks either!)