Sunday Evening Events

Having ridden Swinley on Saturday I still had plenty left for a cheeky Sunday evening ride up in Hertfordshire. The ride itself was a repeat trip, so nothing much new to tell about the trails. It felt fast and smooth, which I often find develops as you do more and more riding and your body learns the way to keep pinning sections at speed.

What made the event were the surrounding bits and pieces. Irritatingly I lost my house keys somewhere in the course of either the 30 odd KM that I rode, or the trip there, or in the carpark or somewhere. The keys included my bike lock key, leaving me hoping that I can get one recut from a bent one I still have. When you lose things on a ride you really have to accept that it’s not reasonable to re-ride the entire thing to find it.

More exciting was the break in the ride to change the tyre on a small Pony-led cart which had punctured. As the vehicle was on bike wheels with bike tyres it was something that I, and a man who lived over the road from where they stopped, were able to help with. It was perhaps the most unusual inner tube change I have ever done, and it was nice to helpful. Not sure about the karma of helping someone and then losing the keys, isn’t it supposed to work the other way?

Still, a ride when I hit the bridleways in the fading light and then cruised back into town was almost worth the trip to the key cutters I’ll be making.

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