This week, a group of some of our longer serving club members met to talk about the subject of ride captains and how to help keep our standard club rides operating as expected.
In clubs all over the world, ride captains emerge through a process of length of service and gravitas to become the patrons of the peloton in which they ride. You’ll have the gnarly member with 20 years under his belt who has ridden the same ride at the same speed every Saturday for most of his life and who by his very presence guarantees that everybody knows exactly what to expect when they join his ride. Anybody who steps out of line gets a rapid rebuke and everything carries on as normal.
Our club is a little different due to the rapid turnover of members in Singapore, we often lack that stability and so standard rides have a habit of getting out of control or what was a 30 km/h ride becomes a 34 km/h ride without anybody noticing and to the detriment of those unsuspecting members who choose to join intermittently, or new members who look at the ride schedule, only to be blown out the back of the ride after 2 km.
A big part of keeping the rides as expected is to maintain the safety and security on the ride, and so we spent a couple of hours thinking about what we wanted to do. Not unexpectedly, we concluded that it comes down to having somebody who takes responsibility for keeping the ride, and riders, in line and running to the advertised speed, and so, over the coming weeks, you’re going to start seeing some people identify themselves as the ride captain for the Saturday rides, asking if there is anybody new, briefing on the way the ride will run, and trying to make sure things run as expected.
So all we ask is that you respect that everybody wants to enjoy the ride, the ride captain is simply trying to make sure that happens and to keep the group safe. Over time, we want to make sure that our ride captains have a good level of first aid training so they can deal with any unfortunate circumstances as best they can.
More information will be coming over the next few weeks.
Now, this week, we have a great write up of the Masters Tour of Chang Mai where we had great performances for the ANZA Cycling squad.
I’ve been busy posting OneLifeiDs, if you haven’t ordered yours yet, make sure you drop Neridah a line asking for instructions and your code.
Last of all, it looks like it might be a haze free weekend, so get outside and ride, but of course…
Stage 1 – Stage one was destined to be a sprinters stage however with the 30s riding in the same peloton as the Open A and Open B categories I was fearful that the one climb of the day to pick up the KOM points may result in me going straight out the back with some pretty stiff competition fighting for the climbers jersey.
The stage started with a 23km neutral Zone out of Chiang Mai in to the green countryside at a very nice 32-35kmh pace. There was talk of ex Pros ripping up the peloton and the first 15km would be off from the gun on twisty narrow roads. When the gun did go of it was a fairly quick pace however the peloton was pretty well behaved and incident free. For me the most decisive moment was as expected at the KOM climb but not due to my lack of climbing ability. We had been told the KOM was at 69km and was just short of 2 km. At the 62 km mark Raoul and myself found ourselves having a chit chat and a drink at the back in preparation for the climb when the road went up hill. Immediately there were splits all over the place and the Peloton were down to around 25 over the top and I was off the back chasing to get on. The immediate pace was quick however I managed to get on promptly and was happy that the peloton was down to a smaller numbers. Unfortunately the open A guys never kept the pace that high and large groups were able to get back across and the peloton swelled before hitting the flat open 15km section before the finish.
Once on the open highway the impressive Singha team headed up the peloton and we never dropped below 48kmh on the 15km run for the line. It was obvious that the correct wheel to follow was Singaporean rider Vincent Ang however every man in the peloton was fighting to be within jumping distance and realistically with him in the open A Cat and me in the 30s I opted to not fight too much and try keeping a good distance back to get a safe finish. Hoops came past and offered a wheel to follow and did a great job keeping us up there however the young development team from Malaysia came past me with a train and were looking strong so I gave him a shout to jump on and take a tow. They pulled for probably around 1.5 km and we made the turn and I saw what I thought was the finish line and decided to move up and pick up a few places and hope to get a podium. After passing Hoops it was apparent it was the line (we had passed a motorbike saying 2km to the finish only a few hundred meters ago…) and I had managed to be the first 30s rider over the line with Hoops being just pushed in to 3rd place.
Unbelievable start to the race with 3 Anza riders finishing in the Peloton with a 43kmh average speed over 75km. Hoops decided that he hadn’t raced enough or never saw the finish and decided to carry on riding and missed the presentation. If you want a laugh at his navigation skills check out his strava route home….
Stage 2 – After a pretty restless night I was keen to get started and on the road as soon as possible. There was 1 climb for the day and realistically if I got over it would probably mean I would have the ability to stay in yellow with a long flat run in. No pressure then.
Thankfully with Vincent in yellow in the Open group his team were happy to control the peloton and right from the start and I was in the perfect position at the front of the peloton and our team weren’t expected to be up there doing any work.
As we approached the climb there was much more fighting for position and around 5km out it started to get twistier and a rider next to me appeared to not see the corner and went straight in to the rider alongside and took them both off in what looked like a nasty crash.
As we turned to start the climb I was still positioned well but not right up the front as I had been earlier with the real climbers looking to pick up more points I had been pushed back. Once we headed round the bend it went straight in to a steep ramp and I was immediately in trouble as the pace was just too much for me and I started heading backwards. The climb consisted of 3 ramps of around 750m with around 200m respite (or not) so all in all I had it in my head I needed to suffer for around 3km. On the second ramp Raoul noticed I was in trouble and sat up to pace me to the top and kept motivating by saying only 200m to the top. Even as we passed the 1km to the KOM sign….. Apparently it was working as I kept coming back towards him however at the time the 1km felt like a hammer blow.
As I came over the top we had to negotiate what had been described as a very technical decent before the ramp eased up a little and was pretty much a downhill run to the line. I immediately set about pulling back time and made a mistake by taking a drink in to the first switchback and went off road and with Raoul behind me. Luckily we both got away with this however we were up against it and I set off as hard as I dared after Raoul signalled to go on alone. I pushed past a number of riders and took quite a few risks to keep the pace up and get back in to contention. I was gaining on one group up ahead after chasing for some time however with the gap down to around 150m I was tiring and struggling to close anymore when they lifted their pace to over my 44kmh and started pulling away. Damn
At this point I could see another group had formed and were also chasing me down containing Raoul and decided to sit up and try work with them to get to the line quicker. On joining the group we started working quite well with a paceline however it soon broke down as many of the riders were tired and speeds were fluctuating vastly depending who was on the front.
With 1.5 km to the line Raoul hit the front and led me in to easily take the sprint. Hoops had fared very well over the climb and just missed out on another podium while sprinting for the line in the second bunch.
I had lost the yellow jersey for sure however I had given all I could to stay with the guys on the climb and unfortunately it was just not enough with the standard of riders we were up against.
Stage 3 – This was pretty much a flat 70km then a 15km hill climb to the finish. As Hoops was the top GC contender we aimed to work together and keep him near the pointy end so when the hill started he was in good a position to stay in contention. As a team I think this was our best riding of the weekend as we kept a presence in the top 15 the whole way til the fireworks started. Once the climb started I decided I wasn’t going to go in to the red to stay with the top guys and immediately tried to get in to a pace that I was comfortable to hold to the top and watched Hoops and Raoul head up the mountain. I slowly started to catch a few riders that had been dropped and as I neared the last 3 km I could see I was pulling in Raoul slowly.
With around 2 km I managed to head up the road but wasn’t able to sustain when the road pitched more on the corners and Raoul and Seb from the Joyriders were on my wheel again. With some crafty riding Raoul decided to let my wheel go with 200m to go in order to put some time between us and then attacked Seb to just manage to take the line before I got there and we gained a few more second on those behind. Hoops had managed to hold the pace again but had a touch of wheels while climbing and had to unclip and lost a little time and had to chase back on. With some pacing from Vincent he kept a high speed to the line and was still able to get in the top 10 and would be starting the final stage in 8th position overall. Remarkable when you consider the big Kiwi was dropped from Cat 3 to the Grand Fondo less than 1 year ago.
Stage 4: A Mountain individual Time Trial 10.5km ride with over 600m of elevation all out. Not the type of stage suited to me however I was strangely looking forward to getting out there. Having not ridden the route I had to try and get some details on how hard to push and when. From the profile and picking up what I could from others it looked pretty much a constant gradient up until the last km where it flattened out before kicking up very steep the last 500m. I was starting 30 seconds behind Raoul who was sitting 10 seconds behind me in the GC and Hoops was going to go a few mins after me and had pretty much sewn up his top ten finish unless there was any spectacular blow ups.
After setting off pretty hard the first 500m I soon found a gear that kept my Cadence around 95 rpm and settled in to a tempo in an effort not to drop my 10 seconds to Raoul. Within 2 km I was passing the man that had started 1 min ahead of me however there was no sign of the French man. At around 5km the rider that started 30 seconds behind me caught and I tried to follow at his pace for a few hundred meters. The pace was just too much and I made the decision to hold my pace and pull off a little rather than pop and risk dropping a lot more time.
The road eased up a little and I had my first glimpse of Raoul who was negotiating a pass on Michael from the Matadors. I pushed on and used as much of the road as possible in the corners to make sure I was not wasting any speed I had managed to find carrying it in to the final ramp of 500 meters to the finish. After the last 10km of climbing the finish was brutal there is no other word for it however I could see Raoul and I knew I was on target to keep my position if I kept the tempo up. I remember it was steep however can’t recall much else as I was pushing to my limit and was only focused on the line and getting over it as soon as possible. I crossed the line and with a friendly push from the organisers managed to stop at the side and regain some vision before seeing big Hoops come over the line in what looked to be an equal amount of pain.
Hoops had a great weekend and managed to take 8th place in the GC with myself and Raoul picking up 16th and 17th. For me I went in to this competition with an open mind and was treating it as a training ride for Bintan with the recent bad conditions for riding in Singapore. There for to come away in the top 20 and a stage win I’m over the moon. It will take a lot of riding to forget the feeling of riding out in the yellow jersey on stage 2 behind the Singha team and was pretty special for me.
There is some serious competition at the event but would highly recommend the event for anyone looking for more racing in the region even as a beginner. The stages are much shorter than others in the region which encouraged exciting fast riding and if you were dropped its not as though you have a 100km solo trek back to civilisation which often puts people off entering events.
A shortish RTI this week as we’re lacking in content & the ongoing haze continues to hamper road action.
For those desperate for a bit of racing, the inaugural OCBC Super Sprints event is still on this evening at the go-kart track at Turf City. They’ll announce the final go decision at 3pm on the Facebook page but as long as PSI is < 200 then it’s on. Details here:
Cycosports also announced the rescheduled Jungle Cross Cyclocross/mtb event. Its now taking place on the Deepavali public holiday – the Tuesday after Tour De Bintan. As we should all be in peak form, theres no excuse to miss that. Entry is cheap and you’ll be home in 30 minutes:
Finally, just a reminder that all Anza financial members are eligible for a free OneLife Id. OneLifeID is similar to Road ID and it’s a way of letting first responders in an accident know who you are & relevant information about you. If you haven’t got one yet and give a remote damn about road safety then recommend clicking this link for info on how to claim one:
The recent Haze in Singapore has made riding outdoors difficult. With the last 3 local races cancelled due to air quality, there was a heavy hint of scepticism when rumors of this event first leaked out. A dodgy looking Facebook page didn’t help matters. However, at $50 entry fee it looked worth a punt In case the pollution suddenly improved.
Allied World CCN sent over a strong team of 6 for the event – along with Anza’s Craig Cameron, Kahu and Hoops. The total field was around 250 with decent numbers of Mavs, Geylang Racing and Matadors lining up alongside the size able number of local Malaysians.
The course itself was a bit of a mystery. The profile clearly showed a lot of small climbs and it started/finished at Pasir Gudang but little was known beyond that. Even the race announcer seemed confused saying the distance was 100km++, 114km and 148km.
The race started with a 15km neutral section through the city which was a great opportunity to see who was in the field. Some of the local lads looked strong but there was also a lot of potential carnage creators in there. My personal favourite was the guy in full aero Casco helmet with visor but wearing trainers!
The speed ramped up significantly before the end of the neutral zone and we were close to 50km/hr at flag off. This immediately destroyed the peleton and we went from 250 riders down to 30. We had 6 riders in the group and so were felling pretty confident.
Our confidence allowed us to be aggressive and Raoul, Guillaume, Craig and Don were all off the front over the next 15km. Eventually Hish managed to get away with Ben Arnott Mav and they were allowed to build up a lead of 2 mins. The Mavs and AWA policed the front of the group to disrupt any serious chasing.
At around Km60, we turned into the famous Kulai rollers and almost immediately a crash split the group. A couple of Geylang riders touched wheels coming out of the saddle and also pulled down Craig Cameron. A frantic chase ensued for the riders caught behind for the next 10km. Hoops punctured around this time and headed back to the pack after an embarrassingly slow fix.
Just as the group started getting back, Bastian Mav launched another attack on one of the larger hills and this split the group to smithereens. Hish had just been caught in the break and he managed to hold the front pack of 7 riders along with Pierre.
Legend has it that around this time, there was also a dead body next to the road surrounded by Malaysia CSI police. I did see the police but was too busy dying myself to see the corpse.
The last 40km of the course proved to be mostly uphill with lots of little short punchy climbs. With temperatures of 35 degrees, it was also starting to take its toll. Kudos must go out to the MY police that did a great job stopping all the traffic in the city on the way back to the finish and had plenty of motorbike outriders protecting us. The only slight slip of the organizers was that the Mashalls did mis direct a few riders including Guilaume Rondy – resulting in 4 lost placings on the ranking.
Upfront, a local MY rider won the event in a sprint. He was the only one to actually know where the finish was! Pierre and Hish fought valiantly against 5 Mavs. Bastian Mav came 2nd with Pierre 4th in the photo finish with Nick Swallow. Hish rode in a few metres behind.
Raoul and Don had done a largely solo TTT over the past 40km and they led the next group over thanks to Rondys earlier misdirection 🙂
In total Allied World CCN had 6 riders in the top 15 places so not a bad morning for the team. We cleaned up and hopped on our little bus back. Sleep and then some celebratory beers soon followed in rapid succession.
Congrats to the Megaride Johor team for putting on a great race on a smashing course. For $50, with a medal and jersey the race was a bargain. The haze has clearly affected everyone’s fitness so it was also a timely wake up call that Bintan is only 4 weeks away!
Thanks to Lukman Ascender for the video of the day:
Or as we like to call it “The Tour of Indulgence – Japan Edition” By Andrew Cherriman, but only made possible by the gang.
Bjorn – Chief Organizer and Negotiator John – Chief Engineer and Data Analyst Mrs John – Courier and all round good sport for putting up with us. Raoul – Sweeper when needed and Pace Setter when not (don’t post that ride, you’ll be thrown off the team) Matt – Rapha consultant and provider of Sky ultraviolet lube (who would have know such a thing existed!) Mrs Matt – Chief interpreter and nutritionalist, and again all round good sport for putting up with us. Russ – Equipment Limit Tester Mike – Chief Food Tester Noel – Rouleur extraordinaire, Downhill maestro and the best wind break a man could ask for
It was many months ago that Bjorn suggested we do a trip to Japan and offered to start the organization, by the time we got to Tokyo, I think he was wishing he hadn’t bothered and the aptly worded disclaimer on one of the final emails said it all. To paraphrase”I’m going to Japan to ride my bike. If you happen to be in the same place at the same time, that’s great, otherwise see you some other time you useless *&%$& ”
The plan was to ride around a bit trying to understand the street signs and then climb Mt. Fuji or at least that’s what I got from the various organizers emails. Who was the organizer again, we must get a better one next year?
The problems started almost immediately after a fine dinner at the restaurant used in the final scene of Kill Bill as our chosen club for the first evening in Tokyo “Bauhaus Tokyo” was closed for a public holiday, not only that but the second choice, almost certainly as good music as it was next door, also proved to be shut for the holiday. Fortunately for us, this prompted an early night which is probably just as well given the distance we had to ride the following day.
Ok, so one of the beauties of Japan is the ease with which you can bring your bike onto a train, just as long as you have a cover. Yeah right, as long as you don’t run into an officious ticket inspector who knows there is a rule but isn’t quite sure what it is.
Much negotiating by Bjorn resulted in an understanding that if we took the wheels off, we made the bikes smaller and then he would let us on, or at least that’s what we thought we’d agreed. We headed towards the platform to see the ticket man running after us looking very angry and shouting. We headed for the train knowing full well that Japanese trains leave on time and if we could be on the train at the departure time, we were good.
And so the dance began, the ticket man threw one person off then moved on to the next, and as he moved on, the person who he had thrown off, got back on 🙂 But finally sense prevailed as the conductor of the train turned up and told him it was fine just as long as we had covers. Problem solved, we had found the man with the knowledge, an important thing we were to find in Japan. Everybody knows there is a rule but not everybody knows what it is.
So day 1 got underway and a blistering pace was set leaving a few of us wondering whether this was a tour of indulgence or were we setting the scene for a tour of despair. Now the thing to remember is that this was a hotel to hotel ride with no support car, so no bail out options, just ride until you get to your hotel, and hope your mates are going to wait for you 🙂 Often a forlorn hope, but they say it’s motivational.
The route was broadly flat although a nasty climb in the middle was unexpected. A small interlude in the middle to board a ferry and eat ice cream was most welcome and with relatively little trouble, we rolled into the hotel. The hotel said we had to leave our bikes in the carpark, but a quick recce uncovered that the carpark was completely open to anybody wandering in and so having assessed there were lifts that bypassed reception, the bikes were quickly stashed in rooms for the night. Dinner was a never ending selection of local delicacies most of which Mike wouldn’t eat and lashings of beer and Sake.
Day 2 didn’t start so well, it was raining; hard! We put the rain jackets on, those of us that had them and set of we planned a small detour to visit the largest wooden Buddah, and to visit a little island with a shrine up a mountain. Bjorn told us they were cultural icons, but even after 90 minutes, most of us were just looking for the nearest coffee shop to warm us. Yes, when on a bike we are all philistines. It was at this point we realised that a) we were soaking, b) we were cold, c) we had only done 30km in 2 hours, d) we had 150km to do today and e) we had no support. Time to put our heads down and pedal. And so ensued a long, long day in the saddle punctuated only by stops at the riders friend “Family Mart” to take on more food and warm drinks, and one stop at a bike shop we found for several of us to buy more thermal clothes. The shop owner didn’t seem keen to let 8 dripping riders into his pristine establishment, but we played the ignorant white man card and them made up for it by spending way more than he thought he was going to make on a wet Friday afternoon.
I wont regale you with tales of the journey. Suffice to say Matt and I were ditched by our ‘mates’ and only that fine fellow (for a Frenchman) Raoul stayed back to make the lantern rouge a 3 man show.
On turning up at the hotel, it seemed that we had found another man who knew there was a rule but didn’t know what it was. He was determined to keep our soggy bikes out of the hotel, and suggested we lean them against a tree in the car park. surprisingly we weren’t too happy with the idea of $100,000 worth of bikes being alone and unlocked all night, so Bjorn negotiated with the manager for the hotels only meeting room for the 2 day stay and a large plastic sheet so that we had an impromptu club room and maintenance area.
Dinner was indescribable, no, really, it was indescribable. We have no idea what part of what animal we ate, but Evangeline did a fantastic job of emptying the woman’s kitchen of every carbohydrate that she possessed. It seems a little Japanese does indeed go a long way.
Day 3 was the ascent and it started well, no rain, unfortunately, Fuji was in the clouds and we had to ride through them.
Once you get to the national park, and yes bikes do have to pay the 200 yen entry fee as it seems we are less than 125cc, it is a 24km continuous climb of between 5% and 8%. Actually really nice once you settle into a rhythm. On a bright sunny day it would be lovely and even on a wet dreary day it was ok. I think the view would be great, and you can all refer to google to see what it would look like if you could see further than 200m. Matt and I just worked our way up following the “no man left alone” rule. they have helpfully put km markers every 1km, which some of us loved, and some of us found very annoying. I think at th ebottom they are crushing; 23km to go 5.6% is not a great sign, but the closer to the top you get the better they are 1km to go is much more pleasant.
More coffee to warm up, a change of thermal top into something dry, and several of us bought commemorative Fuji waterproof tops for the descent. The fact that you can but Fuji waterproof tops shows you just how often it’s raining up there!
The clouds cleared just long enough for a couple of photos of the top of Fuji.
The descent was cold, fast and wet, with only one crazy moment when at a road construction area, the man told us to stop and the 3 in the group at the front weren’t sure if their brakes would actually stop them in time. Wet roads, steep descent, carbon wheels, bad, bad combination!
But we all made it back to the hotel. 4 decided on another few km to get them to 100km, three of us headed to Mos Burger to refuel. Best Burger I’ve had after 2 wet days in the saddle ever.
Dinner was a never ending Japanese meat BBQ with lashings of beer and sake.
And so to the final day over 100km descent from 1000m to Tokyo. Hold on though if you think a 100km descent has no climbing, think again, there were a few nasty ones in there and by the end of the ride we were all pretty dead. The biggest lesson for us though was in planning who carries what spares. As Russ developed a split in the sidewall of his rear tyre, we realised, that while between the 8 of us we had 19 tubes, not one of us had a spare tyre. Note to all people arranging group trips. You always have enough tubes among you, share out the other stuff you might need. Tyre, Chain tool, chain, gear cable, brake cable. The list of essentials is short and not very heavy, but not having one can either be a fatal end to the ride or make the rest of the day very uncomfortable.
With the help of a park tools tyre repair patch we nursed Russ back to the hotel in Tokyo where much thanks was offered to Bjorn for his excellent organisation and for putting up with our sh$^e all weekend.
Oh, as a final note, for those thinking about it. The roads are narrow compared to Singapore, and I think we have found a country where the truck and car drivers give even less space to cyclists than here, in particular they do like to cut in after they have nearly overtaken you, so be warned travelers and keep your eyes open.
We shamelessly stole the idea (and some of the content) for this article from the excellent Cycling Tips blog. Their article is much better than ours & well worth a read: http://cyclingtips.com.au/2015/10/the-unwritten-rules-for-calling-a-ride/
With the bipolar on again/off again nature of the Haze, impromptu rides are now being called a lot more frequently. Sometimes they happen but the rapid pollution oscillations often result in a short notice cancellation and a few frustrated riders sitting waiting.
Heres our suggestions for calling a good group ride without looking like a dick. Note this is for personal rides and totally not related to Anza group rides which are obviously all far more organized and well defined.
1. The person who calls the ride first gets to pick the route, time and meeting place. The exact route is negotiable, but not the time and meeting place after the ride is called. He/she who calls it first, wins. Anyone that tries to divert it in subsequent posts is an arse and should be ignored.
2. Punctuality is king. Nobody likes waiting around for others. If you’re more than 1 minute late then you’re chasing TT style. There will be no soft pedaling either to make it easy for you to get on. WTFU next time.
3. If you said you’re coming and subsequently had a heavier night than expected, drop the group a Message so we know. Vital if you were the initial Organiser. (Although we’re still not waiting)
4. If one of the group is on a curfew then it’s their problem. Stick to the original plan and let the softie turn off early (unless the ride was harder than we all expected and we’re all secretly happy for a short one – see the Uncle Pete Bartley Kranji for a regular example).
5. if you’re bringing a new mate along, then you’re ultimately responsible for them knowing where to go. We’ll wait up once but beyond that, you need look after your friend. If you join without knowing anyone, then you should know roughly where you’re going in case you get dropped.
6. New guy is allowed to win the sprint and we should proactively tell him where it is going to be. Make it fair and ride with honour.
7. The post-ride coffee stop may be chosen by someone other than the one who called the ride. This should be central for all. No coffee is worth a 15 minute + ride out of our way.
8. If it rains /haze is above the agreed threshold then cancellation is acceptable. Post it on the group chat at least 30 mins before the meet time. If still dry but rain radar is showing red or purple then cancellation also acceptable. Drizzle or the threat of rain is not unless you’re made off sugar. Agree a haze go/no-go number the night before.
What other suggestions would you add? Post them below and we’ll add to the list.
Well dear readers let’s hope for a better one this weekend. As I look out my window in a filtered, air conditioned office, it looks all too familiar. I can almost feel the chill and the dampness of a cold wet foggy English autumn/winter day with frost on the ground and not being able to see past the end of the carpark. Then I remember it’s 30c Outside and this is all due to forest burning in Indonesia. Fear no though, we are not alone, and it doesn’t take setting fire to a rainforest to send the pollution index up, a check of London’s air quality shows that it is forecast as only moderate quality for Friday. At least here we can see the air, and I always like to think you should never trust something you cannot see 😉
Anyway, the smog (see I’m refusing to use the warm and fluffy word haze) has put an end to most organised sporting events for the time being so we have little to report. For my part I survived a 4 day trip to Japan and Mt. Fuji, and more importantly managed to survive all of Bjorn’s attempts to kill me with food that came from no identifiable part of an animal. But those tales are going to have to wait until next week as when you take a couple of days off, the work never goes away and this week was payback time.
So, we have posted an article suggested by one of our members, many of you may have seen it before, on the lost art of the group ride. Periodically we bemoan the way that our club rides degenerate into thrash fests, and this just serves to show that we are not alone and we need to take a step back every now and then and reinstate the group ride the way it was meant to be.
Anyway, if you plan to brave the pollution this weekend, see you on the road, and either way…