Today I didn’t cycle to work. This won’t surprise anyone as I haven’t yet made it to work on a bike and its day 9. I had to go in the opposite direction and so this is the direction I cycled in. Route 66 was again my path of choice, but this time down to Sowerby Bridge. Whilst there are some tree routes under the tarmac around Luddendenfoot making a sports bra essential if you want to go fast, the rest of the route is simply splendid as its been recently resurfaced by our lovely Calderdale Council cycling enthusiasts. My route passed Emma’s cyclocross track and I smiled at the memories of watching santa and Scooby doo cycling round and round in circles before being awarded a very dubious prize for their efforts. This was the Great Tweed Pie race (https://www.facebook.com/TheGreatPieTweedRace) which brought out the inner tweed in everyone. I met a lovely chap in the Robin Hood on Saturday (it was a very sociable event that Grand Piano pulling do ) who was in tweed from head to foot, plus fours and everything. I feel the need to wear tweed and might do so on my ride to work tomorrow. Frock and a tweed jacket. But it puzzles me, this fusion of tweed and two wheels – is there a meaningful origin to it all, or is it just that bikers are bonkers n like wearing local tweed? Answers on a postcard please.
Anyhow, I digress ….my ride this morning took me to my meeting in Sowerby Bridge where I arrived, lycra-clad, glowing and I have to say, slightly moist from my ride. I don’t think I’ve got this clothing thing sussed yet. Arriving at a meeting in posh cycling gear, skinny, fit and composed is one thing. Arriving like I do in an extra large pair of padded shorts looking like an over-excited huffalump who has just been through a car wash is another. My heels on wheels book advises some discretely hidden wet wipes for such occasions, but I am more in need of a hose and a horse blanket. We have no shower at work, so if I ever make it there on a bike I will have to presumably sit and steam all day. A change of clothes is the answer, but to be honest I don’t have that many clothes to strew about the region and would be fearful of waking one morning to find all my clothes sprinkled about in strategic locations so forcing me to wear pyjamas to work. I will have to ponder this problem and find a solution. One thing’s for certain, the lycra and its lovely padding is staying welded to my backside until everything is less sore.