The credit crunch has affected the Oil Man. He was looking like Robin Hood today with his overshoes held together like a scarecrow’s with 2 elastic bands when he arrived under the tree for the weekly club cycle. Mind you, despite his complaints about the credit crunch, he had new Cosmic wheels on his bike which were dearer than some of the other bikes put together. “If the credit crunch continues I might have to resort to wearing purple crocs on the Sunday run” he said. “I’ve even got my Dutch running vest on” he said.
PeeGee had picked a nice run for the club cycle. He was keen on getting a few hills in with the rest of the club. Twenty five members had turned up to enjoy the summer weather. PeeGee led the group out of the Square but not until The Igloo Man had adjusted his saddle. “It’s pointing towards Blackwatertown so things aren’t sitting properly” he said. With the help of The Dubliner’s tool he was able to adjust the saddle even though he thought it was no good to begin with. The Big Teacher was looking good, sporting a pair of designer sunglasses just like the Master Carpenter’s. The Younger Schleck was wearing a warm top over his Square Wheels kit because he had been feeling chilly since coming back from cycling in Italy in the sunshine. “It’s great to be back in the cold” he said.
The peloton made its way out to Dungannon and then up through the Square to admire the improvement works. From the Square The Duff led the group out the main Cookstown road despite the road closure signs. The Bramley Apple Man was keen to hear about the apples in Italy but loss his enthusiasm when he heard of the grapes growing in the area. The Marzipan Man was quiet as he led everyone towards the Sperrins despite turning pale at the thought of the hills ahead.
PeeGee showed everyone his knowledge of the back roads that he once courted on by bypassing the roadworks and leading us all back on to the main Cookstown road and we were soon in the town heading for Moneymore. Faces lit us as a nurse passed by on the narrow road. In Moneymore some decided to head towards Stewartstown and the shorter spin. The rest however followed SYM on his fancy bike and headed for Tobermore and then Draperstown for the coffee stop. The Pharmacist introduced a wee training regime which saw the pace pick up slightly and saw the Marzipan Man turn the colour of a Mr Kipling’ bakewell tart. The other Pharmacist was going well too and appeared to be in great shape for his forthcoming half ironman.
Once Big Al Denté had broken the coffee machine The Pharmacist gave us all a lecture on how to “roll over” in the peleton. As no one was listening Sir Alex led everyone up the hills out of Draperstown and towards Pomeroy. The views at the top of the hills were of Alpine proportions as we turned left for Donaghmore but not until a clergyman told us how lucky we were to have so much energy. He then had to fight off the Oil Man who wanted to swap his bike for the clergyman’s new Audi jeep.
The MC, The Duff and The Pharmacist led the group through Donaghmore while PeeGee had to swerve to avoid a motorist who must have been in a daze. While the rest of the group cycled up Quarry Lane Big Al Denté headed through Milltown and back to the Moy. The rest followed the proper route and eventually made it back to the Square having completed almost 70 miles at a pace to suit all, even the Marzipan Man.
PeeGee had picked a nice run for the club cycle. He was keen on getting a few hills in with the rest of the club. Twenty five members had turned up to enjoy the summer weather. PeeGee led the group out of the Square but not until The Igloo Man had adjusted his saddle. “It’s pointing towards Blackwatertown so things aren’t sitting properly” he said. With the help of The Dubliner’s tool he was able to adjust the saddle even though he thought it was no good to begin with. The Big Teacher was looking good, sporting a pair of designer sunglasses just like the Master Carpenter’s. The Younger Schleck was wearing a warm top over his Square Wheels kit because he had been feeling chilly since coming back from cycling in Italy in the sunshine. “It’s great to be back in the cold” he said.
The peloton made its way out to Dungannon and then up through the Square to admire the improvement works. From the Square The Duff led the group out the main Cookstown road despite the road closure signs. The Bramley Apple Man was keen to hear about the apples in Italy but loss his enthusiasm when he heard of the grapes growing in the area. The Marzipan Man was quiet as he led everyone towards the Sperrins despite turning pale at the thought of the hills ahead.
PeeGee showed everyone his knowledge of the back roads that he once courted on by bypassing the roadworks and leading us all back on to the main Cookstown road and we were soon in the town heading for Moneymore. Faces lit us as a nurse passed by on the narrow road. In Moneymore some decided to head towards Stewartstown and the shorter spin. The rest however followed SYM on his fancy bike and headed for Tobermore and then Draperstown for the coffee stop. The Pharmacist introduced a wee training regime which saw the pace pick up slightly and saw the Marzipan Man turn the colour of a Mr Kipling’ bakewell tart. The other Pharmacist was going well too and appeared to be in great shape for his forthcoming half ironman.
Once Big Al Denté had broken the coffee machine The Pharmacist gave us all a lecture on how to “roll over” in the peleton. As no one was listening Sir Alex led everyone up the hills out of Draperstown and towards Pomeroy. The views at the top of the hills were of Alpine proportions as we turned left for Donaghmore but not until a clergyman told us how lucky we were to have so much energy. He then had to fight off the Oil Man who wanted to swap his bike for the clergyman’s new Audi jeep.
The MC, The Duff and The Pharmacist led the group through Donaghmore while PeeGee had to swerve to avoid a motorist who must have been in a daze. While the rest of the group cycled up Quarry Lane Big Al Denté headed through Milltown and back to the Moy. The rest followed the proper route and eventually made it back to the Square having completed almost 70 miles at a pace to suit all, even the Marzipan Man.