The cycling world through my eyes, and words. Cycling industry executive, world traveler and bon vivant
Wikipedia describes a hole punch as “a common office tool that is used to create holes in sheets of paper”, today we found the true meaning. With a decimated group due to illness and work commitments, Andy, a returning Jonny and a tired Panther headed out into North-East Kent. On the menu was a 150km flat speed feast, followed up with some delicious hills for dessert, however someone had ordered Wind on the side…
Tackling fifteen-sixteen mile an hour headwinds after 50kms in the legs is never fun at the best of times, made even more arduous by such a small group. Luckily we bought our hole punch, Andy. Sat up front, shoulders gently see-sawing the handlebars and a face that could win a poker championship, he gracefully smashed beautiful, gaping tunnels in the onslaught, for myself and Jonny to glide through. Without our ride creator onboard to guide us round the uncharted territory of North-East Kent, and the winds taking their toll, we went à la carte. Dancing round Dartford and stomping through Sevenoaks on a shortened but no less easy loop, camaraderie was the name of this particular wet and windy adventure. Hitting the climbs on the way back and my first ascent of Star Hill after 70kms, this was anything but the miserable slog the chef had cooked up.
Rain hit descents, new roads, tough climbs and a coffee stop Jonny would rather forget, you cannot underestimate what riding with good company can do to get you round. Thoroughly enjoyed by all; Jonny found his legs, Andy made it easier than it should have been and I bought the Pink. The pace was modest, the weather was trying but not even a late deluge could dampen these spirits and together we held true to the cause…even picked up a few trophies along the way.
Photos: Andy/ Karl