Lark Ride to Wheelock

Data analysts interrogating Lark migration patterns will have discerned that the default wet weather destination of this Ride Leader is Wheelock Hall.

And so it was this time. How glad I was to rush back from five days in The Smoke, where I felt (and behaved) like a Hick from the Sticks, to be able to turn to the club’s extensive back catalogue, pick a ride, drag a quick edit to avoid the now non-existent, but still I imagine sandy, Sandy Lane and Bob’s your uncle.

How chastened I was, on arrival at South Park, to be advised by my fellow leader, Mr Larkling, that I had managed to incorporate three off-road sections. So I rerouted on the hoof, mixing my metaphors seamlessly and avoided the lot. Ha!

Great ride. I even punctured close enough to the bus stop on the Chester Road in Henbury on my return leg, thus taking advantage of its surfaces to lay out my toolkit with the precision a surgeon would have been proud of (except he had just left to go the other way). Thanks to Mike for helping me with that one.

My average speed? 15.1 for 58 miles. Loved it.

Chris

Larks n Larklings: Mike, Sue, Steve, Jochen, Simon, Jim, Stuart. Larks meeting us en route: Mark, Richard.