Sunday 20 November 2011
Maesbury Autumn run 20th November 2011
The Patron was joined by a triumvirate of brothers Hughes, together with new rider Cabbage, resplendent in a barely used Giro Atmos last seen perched atop the Lantern's cherubic pate. Robbo joined at the usual meeting place and established that Brother Coppi had already parted company with most of the Farley's rusk he'd had for breakfast. After a quick swig of Milk of Magnesia from his medicinal bidon, the rest of the ride passed without incident, the only notable exception being the top quality of Fiona's coconut cake at Maesbury cafe!
Saturday 12 November 2011
Thursday 10 November 2011
November 5th - Where Did all the Fireworks Go?
The peleton assembled in 'the village' (Quote from the Patron - “If you need to ask where that is you can f**k off!!”); a full house of Hughes brothers, Whistling Roger, Patron and the Lantern trundled off towards a meeting with the Matinee idol in Overton.
The Lantern claimed to still be feeling the effects of manflu; Chris was still rough and Coppi, despite his debonair, happy go lucky demeanour looked a bit rough!!
A fairly sedate pace saw the group down to the rendezvous with Monsieur Matinee and then the group headed off for a scenic tour down to Prees. Not a lot happened truth be told; Ronnie did not try to break the land speed record off the front; the Patron did do a big turn on the front and Roger and the Lantern had strong feelings of deja vous as people kept sweeping past to head the bunch.
Coppi had time to tell the Lantern he’d only been on his new bike twice as the wheel had to be sent back. The shop had said it’d be weeks before it came back. Coppi said “Don’t Be Cruel”; the shop said “Its caught in a trap…”; Coppi said he was “All Shook Up” last time he rode it……you get the picture.
Eventually Roger got on the front and put the hammer down up one of the drags and the peleton splintered for the first (but not the last) time that day. Whether from fatigue or the patented “F**k em, let em go” (copyright the Patron 1995 and every year since) attitude was not yet clear.
Matinee and the Patron then set a pleasant tempo on the front; ideally chatting away. The Lantern was not close enough to hear what they were saying but seeing as how we were passing a pond it probably went something like this:
Patron: You fished there Robbo?
Matinee: Aye there’s good bream in there.
Patron: Aye plus trout, roach, sardines, haddock and japs eye
Both - looking dreamy: Have to go fishing soon….
After a fortifying café stop where Matinee ate the biggest egg custard I’d ever seen (after a full English as well the fat ba**ard!!) the group wound their way back to Whitchurch. There’s a bit of a drag out of Whitchurch but Coppi hit the front and went up it like a corgi strapped to a rocket. Maybe the small breakfast was the correct option after all!!!
At Malpas the Patron tried a new route which turned out to be very successful about from having to negotiate about 40 cars, 2 dozen Landrovers, 15 horseboxes and about a hundred rosy cheeked, fully paid up members of the Cheshire set parked on the roadside to watch the hunt. The Patron set tempo on the front as the group sped along until suddenly a lone fox hound was spotted in the road. Just as the peleton braked he was joined by about 10 mates and a very posh couple on horses. Seeing the Patron bearing down on him the horse stopped as if fitted with disc brakes. “Tally Ho!!” shouted the patron; “Tally Ho!!” replied the comely filly, and once more the peleton sped through the countryside….
Matinee set the tempo down to Worthenbury and out the other side and by the time the Lantern started to feel the strain on the front the word went out that a couple had slipped off the back. Chris, by his own admission feeling rough, said he was struggling on the drags and Coppi was just starting to look like a man who’d impersonated a corgi strapped to a rocket…..
At Bangor on Dee the group turned to head down the straight mile and Roger took off to stretch his legs rapidly followed by matinee (egged on by Chrissy) to assert some dominance!! Rocket Ronnie went as well but, for once, the rocket was made in Italy and failed to go off with a bang. As he drifted back to the peleton he turned to Patron and said “I’m f*cked Al”. As the group regrouped at the roundabout Coppi really let rip….as he chucked his breckie up all over the road (a trick he repeated a couple of time again on the way home).
After saying goodbye to Matinee the group ambled sedately back to café Le Patron for tea and biscuits. Another lovely ride and, after last week’s mad ride, it would appear that winter pace has finally arrived in the peleton.
Thanks as always to all of you for making the ride the most enjoyable way to spend a couple of hours you could wish for.
See you all next Saturday hopefully!!
The Lantern claimed to still be feeling the effects of manflu; Chris was still rough and Coppi, despite his debonair, happy go lucky demeanour looked a bit rough!!
A fairly sedate pace saw the group down to the rendezvous with Monsieur Matinee and then the group headed off for a scenic tour down to Prees. Not a lot happened truth be told; Ronnie did not try to break the land speed record off the front; the Patron did do a big turn on the front and Roger and the Lantern had strong feelings of deja vous as people kept sweeping past to head the bunch.
Coppi had time to tell the Lantern he’d only been on his new bike twice as the wheel had to be sent back. The shop had said it’d be weeks before it came back. Coppi said “Don’t Be Cruel”; the shop said “Its caught in a trap…”; Coppi said he was “All Shook Up” last time he rode it……you get the picture.
Eventually Roger got on the front and put the hammer down up one of the drags and the peleton splintered for the first (but not the last) time that day. Whether from fatigue or the patented “F**k em, let em go” (copyright the Patron 1995 and every year since) attitude was not yet clear.
Matinee and the Patron then set a pleasant tempo on the front; ideally chatting away. The Lantern was not close enough to hear what they were saying but seeing as how we were passing a pond it probably went something like this:
Patron: You fished there Robbo?
Matinee: Aye there’s good bream in there.
Patron: Aye plus trout, roach, sardines, haddock and japs eye
Both - looking dreamy: Have to go fishing soon….
After a fortifying café stop where Matinee ate the biggest egg custard I’d ever seen (after a full English as well the fat ba**ard!!) the group wound their way back to Whitchurch. There’s a bit of a drag out of Whitchurch but Coppi hit the front and went up it like a corgi strapped to a rocket. Maybe the small breakfast was the correct option after all!!!
At Malpas the Patron tried a new route which turned out to be very successful about from having to negotiate about 40 cars, 2 dozen Landrovers, 15 horseboxes and about a hundred rosy cheeked, fully paid up members of the Cheshire set parked on the roadside to watch the hunt. The Patron set tempo on the front as the group sped along until suddenly a lone fox hound was spotted in the road. Just as the peleton braked he was joined by about 10 mates and a very posh couple on horses. Seeing the Patron bearing down on him the horse stopped as if fitted with disc brakes. “Tally Ho!!” shouted the patron; “Tally Ho!!” replied the comely filly, and once more the peleton sped through the countryside….
Matinee set the tempo down to Worthenbury and out the other side and by the time the Lantern started to feel the strain on the front the word went out that a couple had slipped off the back. Chris, by his own admission feeling rough, said he was struggling on the drags and Coppi was just starting to look like a man who’d impersonated a corgi strapped to a rocket…..
At Bangor on Dee the group turned to head down the straight mile and Roger took off to stretch his legs rapidly followed by matinee (egged on by Chrissy) to assert some dominance!! Rocket Ronnie went as well but, for once, the rocket was made in Italy and failed to go off with a bang. As he drifted back to the peleton he turned to Patron and said “I’m f*cked Al”. As the group regrouped at the roundabout Coppi really let rip….as he chucked his breckie up all over the road (a trick he repeated a couple of time again on the way home).
After saying goodbye to Matinee the group ambled sedately back to café Le Patron for tea and biscuits. Another lovely ride and, after last week’s mad ride, it would appear that winter pace has finally arrived in the peleton.
Thanks as always to all of you for making the ride the most enjoyable way to spend a couple of hours you could wish for.
See you all next Saturday hopefully!!
Saturday 5 November 2011
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