..well actually yes; three points arose from yesterday’s ride
1) Demonstrating the principle of gravitational attraction, Flapjack, charged with navigating us to Newgale by as direct a route as possible, seemed inexorably drawn to every large land mass including Treffgarne Hill. He is simply not to be trusted.
2) Combining ballroom dancing moves learnt on a transatlantic cruise and cycling is a recipe for disaster. Dan, in trying to perform the Argentinian Tango whilst simultaneously mounting his bike, ended up prostate on the verge scoring a very poor three 2’s and a 3.
3) EPO and blood transfusions may have had their day, but there is a new scourge coursing through the veins of cycling: ‘retirement’. This manifests itself as the unedifying spectacle of grey haired 60 year olds cruising up steep hills past otherwise fit and healthy young men and women. If you do happen to spot one of these so called ‘retirees’, do not hesitate to report them to the appropriate authorities.