The "A" ride started abruptly when Irene took a flyer and soon a way had to be found along a partly submerged Plough Lane. We turned left by the boarded up Hautbois and then via the Long Reach headed into East Horsley.
Allowed free rein, holes started to appear in the bunch as we toiled up past Sheepleas, regrouping at the top. On the Coombe Bottom descent, Frank C (160 Rev Per Minute on fixed 31.9 mph) and Mike demonstrated the art of car overtaking. From the A25 we switched to the A248 through Albury and Chilworth where the railway was crossed to a watery East Shalford. John B became enchanted by a deep black pool, emerging seconds later unharmed but somewhat muddied. The cycle path was our way into the centre of Guildford where lunch was taken at The Rodboro Buildings.
It was a longer than intended stay as Rob waited and waited for his lasagne; eventually it came just as everyone else was ready to go.
Up the High Street we rode and through the suburbs to the A3 and its familiar cyclepath. Whether by intent or not, our numbers had thinned from 18 to a dozen at Ockham Bites. Here we lingered enjoying the bright spring-like weather; the southwesterly wind passing almost unnoticed - around 40 miles.
Graham Hill
Allowed free rein, holes started to appear in the bunch as we toiled up past Sheepleas, regrouping at the top. On the Coombe Bottom descent, Frank C (160 Rev Per Minute on fixed 31.9 mph) and Mike demonstrated the art of car overtaking. From the A25 we switched to the A248 through Albury and Chilworth where the railway was crossed to a watery East Shalford. John B became enchanted by a deep black pool, emerging seconds later unharmed but somewhat muddied. The cycle path was our way into the centre of Guildford where lunch was taken at The Rodboro Buildings.
It was a longer than intended stay as Rob waited and waited for his lasagne; eventually it came just as everyone else was ready to go.
Up the High Street we rode and through the suburbs to the A3 and its familiar cyclepath. Whether by intent or not, our numbers had thinned from 18 to a dozen at Ockham Bites. Here we lingered enjoying the bright spring-like weather; the southwesterly wind passing almost unnoticed - around 40 miles.
Graham Hill
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