A bit late this, our ride on Friday.
We went to see the Tour of Britain stage 7 race near where we are buying a house, in Upton, Oxfordshire, as we got nearer out destination there were more and more cyclists and spectators along the road. We parked up by a garden centre in Blewbury which was right by a sprint stage and it had a cafe. We waited about an hour before anything in the r
ace happened, we had time for tea and cake, and chatted to loads of folk who came to watch the race go past, a couple of blokes who'd cycled 30 miles from Burford, one on a very nice 30 year old steel Evans bike which he had just restored and had painted Ducati red, it looked ACE.
Just before the race was due to ride past, we got some drinks, crisps and sandwiches and we set ourselves up along side the road had a picnic and waited. Soon the entourage of motorcycles and cars started to arrive, the police taking it turns to block side roads,tour officials and marshals tooting hooters and waving at the school kids who came along waving their Yodel flags, Yodel were sponsoring the sprint stage. There was a really great atmosphere there, everyone being friendly, the weather was perfect.
Eventually we could see three cyclist heading towards us very fast, we had heard there was a breakaway group and whizzed past before we knew what hit us, then a few minutes later the peloton arrived, the rode past so fast it was hard to see who anyone was, I just made out Wiggens....I think, it was hard to tell to be honest. Then all the back up cars went and the whole thing was over. It hardly seemed worth the wait at the time, but looking back it was a nice couple of hours, a great atmosphere and was interesting to see how well the race was organised through this tiny village.
When it was time to set off, I had realised I had left my Oakleys at the cafe, I went to see if someone had handed them in and luckily they had them, and also my wifes Garmin 800, which she didn't realise she had left behind, when I gave it to her she said, that's not mine, I have mine, so i took it back and told the cafe manager that it must be the blokes with the Ducati red Evans bike, as I was leaving he arrived looking for the Garmin in a bit of a panic, he was very pleased to learn that I had handed it in.
After that we had a very pleasant ride over to Didcot to carry out some domestic tasks, like choosing a new floor and windows for a new house.
35.33 leisurely miles.
Me winning the Sprint!
A couple of pups enjoying the atmosphere.
The Ducati Red Steel Evans Bike.
Some blokes on bikes.
Looking good.
The Peloton arrives...
...and they're gone!
Domestique?
This Sky Jaguar came hurtling past all the other cars...something must have happened ahead.