May 14/17: 91 Kms; 3 Hrs; 484 Metres; Nine Riders.

Well, this mornings ride got better with every kilometre. It was outstanding in part because reality exceeded expectations. You know how it is when you look outside to see puddles of water and a black sky full of rain clouds. You question why am I here at Stinsons waiting for the others. The answer wasn’t long in coming. Misery likes company and so does joy. Talk about exhilarating, whether it was Perry’s measured pace on Waba and the steady effort on Clayton road or the elevated pace of the big three on Wolf Grove, it was delightful. Two by two we rode in unison, feeling the power of each pedal stroke and hearing only the sweet whir of tyres.  Even the lack of sunshine didn’t spoil the individual moments of joy, which one by one eventually made a pearl necklace of delight. We were resplendent, radiating internal rays of bliss. Priceless. You just should have been there.

And, you can when we do it all again next weekend. Here’s the tentative plan, subject to consensus: Ride 130 – 140 kms on Saturday, weather permitting, either the Middleville/Hopetown/Calabogie circuit or the Arnprior/Mtn Chute circuit via Pucker St on the outward journey. On Sunday, we’ll drop the distance to 100 kms; on Monday to 50 kms.

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The Rolling English Road

Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,
The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire,
And after him the parson ran, the sexton and the squire;
A merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did tread
The night we went to Birmingham by way of Beachy Head