The Sandbagger is back in town again. The sciatica isn’t as bad as it has been so he’s easing his way back into the Sunday cycle. Rumour has it that he’s paying top dosh for the best massages in Amsterdam and that they are working a treat. He certainly had a smile on his face when he arrived under the tree for the Sunday cycle at 9am. Mind you the Igloo Man had a good laugh at his hair because it reminded him of the mad scientist from Back to the Future. Anyway the Sandbagger wished everyone a Happy New Year and then confessed that his helmet had mysteriously gone missing while he was missing. The Master Carpenter however came to the rescue with one of his many helmets hired out at top prices. The only thing was the helmet was a size or 2 too small for the Sandbagger but it did the job nonetheless.
Before we all knew it the peloton was led out of the Square by Black Rod and Sir Alex. The early hitch arrived in the form of the Secretary, who was that busy chatting that he never noticed his chain hanging off. A mad panicking session by the Secretary eventually got the chain back on to its rightful place but a time trial followed for him as he tried to get back on to the peloton. This he managed but he hadn’t the breath to talk to anyone for the next half hour.
The Connoisseur was in his element. He was entertaining the Eastbourne Man over the weekend. He was giving him VIP treatment especially as he brought him out on the Sunday spin. Not only that but he cooked the Eastbourne Man a meal on Friday night, took him to The Aviva to cheer on Ireland on Saturday and is going to show him the sights of the Moy after the spin. If he’s really lucky he might get a pint in the Ryandale
The Older Schleck led the group on to Loughgall and then towards Richhill. He was complaining of sore legs following a week on the piste and was still wearing his skiing goggles to keep the sun out of his eyes. The Rushmere Man then took the lead as he guided everyone through Richhill onto Tandragee and the tea stop in Scarva Tea Rooms. The Master Carpenter ordered 2 Ulster Frys for himself while everyone else sat and watched him. Most of the chat was with The Ferryman who had returned for a week or so back in his home country. He was telling listeners how he managed to fit in 800 miles of cycling during the month of January. The only sound was that of the Tone who was spotted crying in the corner over his hot chocolate wondering how he could convince his current wife to let him do 800 miles a month. “I’m gonna have to think of something” he said.
The Chairman then led the 20 or so cyclists from Scarva and on towards Poyntzpass, Newry and Camlough. He was smiling away to himself because he had given the Eastbourne Man his dodgy bike for the weekend. “I hope he doesn’t try to lift the bike up” he said “because the back wheel might fall off it but say nothing.” The Rushmere Man was going well and taking in the beautiful County Down countryside as he cycled along. “Why is Tyrone not this nice?” he asked himself. The Colnago Man was cruising along too despite having missed a couple of weeks due to over indulging. He was admiring the first snowdrops of spring along the towpath from Newry to Portadown as well as the many puddles that were blocking the pathway. The Igloo Man picked up his second puncture in as many weeks along the towpath. Once again he had all the work done for him but on this occasion it was in Square Wheels record time as The Older Schleck showed his skills with a tyre to break all previous records.
From the towpath it was straight to Portadown behind the Black Rod once again as his time on the turbo trainer began showing results. He turned round and smiled to the rest of the crew until all were back under the tree in the Square once again.
It had been an entertaining run of around 75 miles at a pace to suit all!
Before we all knew it the peloton was led out of the Square by Black Rod and Sir Alex. The early hitch arrived in the form of the Secretary, who was that busy chatting that he never noticed his chain hanging off. A mad panicking session by the Secretary eventually got the chain back on to its rightful place but a time trial followed for him as he tried to get back on to the peloton. This he managed but he hadn’t the breath to talk to anyone for the next half hour.
The Connoisseur was in his element. He was entertaining the Eastbourne Man over the weekend. He was giving him VIP treatment especially as he brought him out on the Sunday spin. Not only that but he cooked the Eastbourne Man a meal on Friday night, took him to The Aviva to cheer on Ireland on Saturday and is going to show him the sights of the Moy after the spin. If he’s really lucky he might get a pint in the Ryandale
The Older Schleck led the group on to Loughgall and then towards Richhill. He was complaining of sore legs following a week on the piste and was still wearing his skiing goggles to keep the sun out of his eyes. The Rushmere Man then took the lead as he guided everyone through Richhill onto Tandragee and the tea stop in Scarva Tea Rooms. The Master Carpenter ordered 2 Ulster Frys for himself while everyone else sat and watched him. Most of the chat was with The Ferryman who had returned for a week or so back in his home country. He was telling listeners how he managed to fit in 800 miles of cycling during the month of January. The only sound was that of the Tone who was spotted crying in the corner over his hot chocolate wondering how he could convince his current wife to let him do 800 miles a month. “I’m gonna have to think of something” he said.
The Chairman then led the 20 or so cyclists from Scarva and on towards Poyntzpass, Newry and Camlough. He was smiling away to himself because he had given the Eastbourne Man his dodgy bike for the weekend. “I hope he doesn’t try to lift the bike up” he said “because the back wheel might fall off it but say nothing.” The Rushmere Man was going well and taking in the beautiful County Down countryside as he cycled along. “Why is Tyrone not this nice?” he asked himself. The Colnago Man was cruising along too despite having missed a couple of weeks due to over indulging. He was admiring the first snowdrops of spring along the towpath from Newry to Portadown as well as the many puddles that were blocking the pathway. The Igloo Man picked up his second puncture in as many weeks along the towpath. Once again he had all the work done for him but on this occasion it was in Square Wheels record time as The Older Schleck showed his skills with a tyre to break all previous records.
From the towpath it was straight to Portadown behind the Black Rod once again as his time on the turbo trainer began showing results. He turned round and smiled to the rest of the crew until all were back under the tree in the Square once again.
It had been an entertaining run of around 75 miles at a pace to suit all!