so the solstice has arrived and many of our brave heroes were off battling the cold and dark out East. For those who, as Coopz put it, have a ‘job’ it was the OTP – the benefits of which were very evident this morning. a good complement of FMs; a further smattering of legal brethren, C.Hippo, Chief to name but a few of those who braved the run in.
cold, but clear conditions made for a wonderful spin. No need for catch ups, round ups, stoppages of any kind – even pace up hill and down dale through roseville, “Chatty” as my 15 year old calls it, on to tindale. KOM not contested in the least except by one DLHK who spied an opportunity to add a bauble to the empty trophy cabinet. Bit like Spurs in the Europa League – when you haven’t won anything for months, any kind of victory is welcome even if it is a “cadeau” from stronger opponents.
Onto North Sydney, sun now glinting memorably – the green on Miller lasting sufficiently to permit a MAMIL dash thru to the Bridge – glimpses across the dappled Harbour reminding us all of the 2nd best way to start the day.
a Lung bursting surge across SHB to B+T whereupon chairs were arranged in an unusual fauna watching, line a-breast formation. I blame the quorum of FMs for such a flagrant act of MAMIL-ation. Conversation turned as ever on the whereabouts of the Captain, speculation being that out indigenous elder had the ‘hump’ for a FM no-show on his triumphant return to the pedals at some now distant point in the past. Perhaps the Cap’n would confirm?
OS a late show, reduced to silence by a hypoxia inducing chase over SHB. the sound of silence around OS. remarkable. Turnip also a late show, blaming a ‘sleep in’. Minds turned to the first best way, only to be corrected by T’s insistence that significant other was several thousand KMs away.
finally, Lunchie bowled up in civvies just as the show was about to end. but then the Clutters Crew were about to arrive, so i am sure he was not alone for long.
usual bugle calls for the ride home
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