tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507338038915264322024-10-09T03:20:36.631+01:00Brisk rides 7pm every Wednesday evening from St Peter's Street roundabout, St AlbansShertsCTChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05330692398075700314noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250733803891526432.post-69408093700254069942021-09-08T19:00:00.002+01:002021-09-15T14:53:23.552+01:00

On the warmest evening of the year, Graham led five riders down to the Alban Way and along it, leaving at Smallford to head south to the longabout. Here he eschewed the new controlled cycle crossing, and waiting for a break in the west-bound traffic,  he negotiated round it and exited through Colney Heath, where we noticed in the twilight the door of the Crooked Billet was open - a welcome

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Six of us met at the war memorial on a warm evening at the new earlier start time of 7pm. We headed south down St Peter's Street then went through Cottonmill to the underpass at the Park Street Roundabout. There was very little traffic on the road into Park Street where we turned off to pick up Park Street Lane to Smug Oak, passing last week's pub - The Gate. They were doing a good trade in the

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At 25ºC it was the hottest evening of the year; supporting evidence came from the first appearance of Mike’s bare legs which simultaneously & disappointingly scotched the rumours of embarrassing tattoos (doubtless spread by riders jealous of his current lead in the MERA competition.) We headed north, through Marshalswick and Woodcock Hill. Touching briefly Coopers Green Lane we turned left

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The turnouts had been high over the wettest winter ever recorded; was this a reflection of deteriorating domestic relationships? The pre-ride conversations had been on the usual themes, not suitable for descriptions here, so gave no clues. The Bright Star The route had been circulated beforehand and had been devised to avoid roads prone to flooding even in normal winters. Seven of us set

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Nine riders ready for the Wednesday Evening ride from St Albans The arrival of a mixed-gender couple on a tandem abruptly changed the conversation of the riders assembled at the War Memorial, from the comparison of garments available currently in the LIDL cycling sale and Ann Summers shops, to the weather prospects.  Many legs were concealed from the public gaze; was this really August?

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The sinking sun of the autumn equinox saw 16 riders assembled at the War Memorial for the literary-flavoured ride to the former home village of George Bernard Shaw, Ayot St Lawrence.  Would the recognition of a trip to the residence of the celebrated wit & playwright raise the tone of the conversation, which had lately sunk to the level of George Osborne at the GQ awards?  Initial

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We had a pleasant evening for riding, returning home under clear sky with near full moon and no wind. As to the pub, well I thought it was rather spartan and although it did have one real ale, there was no atmosphere and I wouldn't put it on the return to list in the near future. There were about 4 other customers apart from us. On the ride, which went through Abbots Langley, Hunton Bridge and

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Taking a welcome break from Christmas shopping, eight of us assembled at the war memorial on the warmest evening of the autumn, the last of the Indian summer (maybe the Commonwealth games should have been moved to England?).  It was a full moon, but no one had sprouted any extra facial hair or was behaving any more bizarrely than usual.  We set off down Hatfield road, suffering

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Graham writes: Another cold and dry evening, the best weather for riding in my opinion, saw 6 of us spend an hour and a half cycling a loop around the south of St. Albans finishing up in the White Lion in Sopwell Lane, St. Albans. Apart from the usual 4 social derelicts with nothing else to do on a weekday evening (only joking folks!) we were joined by two regulars from last summer. Steve

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