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Weston Chain Gang

Welcome to the Weston Chain Gang forum. We are a group of cyclists that ride regularly from Weston-super-Mare. We meet at Priory school on Saturday at 8:45. Rides vary in distance between 60 and 100 miles with a stop for cake. Ridet nec genere!


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    Saturday 4th February - podimore

    anti-climb max
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    Saturday 4th February - podimore  Empty Saturday 4th February - podimore

    Post  anti-climb max Fri Feb 03, 2017 7:12 am

    Conditions look pretty calm so we can stretch our legs once more.

    Route out to podimore will be Puxton. Sandford. Winscombe, Cheddar and short option can be Glastonbury.
    showmethecakes
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    Saturday 4th February - podimore  Empty Better Late than Never

    Post  showmethecakes Sun Feb 05, 2017 7:42 pm

    A veritable posse of pedlars of the bicycle kind set off for the promised land of the Olympic Breakfast. At Sidcot traffic lights the first group got through on green and were on their way to Wedmore. The second group had difficulty finding the traffic lights as a motorist had, and one must assume inadvertently, stopped his vehicle atop the ASL. For those who are unsure of this acronym it can either stand for Advanced Stop Line or possibly Arsehole motoriSt Line, depending on your point of view.

    One of our meek members thought this a little careless of said motorist and they began the Rolf Harris routine of 'Do you know what it is yet'? No - it's not a submarine, or an antelope, or a person sitting on two large doughnuts. Never mind, we'll look back with fond memories of this encounter. One to tell the grandchildren.

    Halfway down the Axebridge by-pass Neil made full use of the by-pass to pass-by a large lorry. Andy Attenborough, distant relative of David, has spent a lifetime studying the various mating calls of the truck horn. Whilst Neil incorrectly interpreted the 'honk, honk' as a friendly gesture Andy had spotted the waving fist out of the cab window which is apparently a sign of aggression. Nick recounted a similar experience when he tried to take a truck from behind after the initial honk of passion and replied with the common mating call of 'oi you fck in wnkr'. This was responded to with 'Alright Nick' from Andy who happened to be driving.

    In Wedmore it was decided that the promised land was not reachable for some riders and the plan was to bail out out Glasto. On arrival Martin was keen to get to the front of the queue but next time it would probably be best to park up first rather than slide on your arse through the front door.

    It got a bit tasty on the run in to Podimore which is more than can probably be said of the cuisine at the Little Chef. Brain of Britain was serving and seemed to have trouble with whether or not a breakfast butty should be toasted. And despite Lofty and myself sitting with everyone else, at the same table, all dressed in cycling gear having all arrived together, Brain of Britain asked if we were with the others. After a short while my bacon butty duly arrived but it was hard to know what the sugar that came with it was for.

    We each went to pay for our food. Demonstrating his many talents, Brain of Britain asked if Lofty was going to pay for everyone who hadn't paid yet. Having thought about it for a micro-second he replied 'no' and was then charged for Andy's sausage butty. Lofty was very pleased having himself eaten a full English and only paid for a butty. It was only as we were leaving that Brains of Britain realised his mistake and asked Lofty for another £3. From this, Brains of Britain then handed over 50p change - to Andy.

    All 'do' and no 'die' on do or die corner which saved on emergency call outs. Again, a good rant into Glasto where we re-grouped. Nick pointed to a fine young fella directly in front but despite my searching eyes I couldn't see him. That was until the knee high leather booted pink feathered jacketed skinny legged person turned around. Ouch. Wasn't expecting that.

    More silliness at times on the return but all stayed together until the inevitable split for home.

    A nice 74 miler at a good average. Look forward to next week's installment.

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