Well, they got out of town anyway. It did seem a bit folly to head off around the country without at-least one local ride to make sure everything was back together straight so we rode out the back gate and followed the signs to the Peaks District.
Tried to follow would be more like it, I think we rode along more trails that were marked "No Cycling" than not on the way out. But once we got the hang of their systems of foot paths, bridal ways and signs for everything (the british have LOTS of signs, I can see why James May likes it here) we were on our way. The trip home was a bit more fun, a nice rough descent (not Alex's favorite) and downhill all the way.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Henry and the Argo go Forth (Almost)
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Bridal ways? Are they like deer crossing, where brides mysteriously congregate and cyclists must slow down or risk entangling veils in their front spokes?
Dammit! I thought I had edited all of those out!!
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