Ride report

Cycling drama always makes it easier to write a ride report. Recent weeks have seen exploding wheels, wayward mudguards, unrepairable punctures, hurricane Bertha. Not to mention missed cakes. On this occasion, we were delighted (as we always are) to welcome a new rider and had just about completed the introductions when we noticed her pedal at an odd angle. It was irremediably cross-threaded and we said goodbye to our new rider just minutes after saying hello. Thirteen for lunch proved too many for The Tite at Chadlington, so we squashed into The Bull at Charlbury where 4 of us had to make do with a polenta dish of childish proportions, notwithstanding the adult price.