Snow on the ground has had me driving to work this week. The excuse is that I don't want to encourage the offspring to ride to school on icy roads.
At the start of last Sunday's ride we had the Builder, the New Parent, the Engineer and the Optimist. The Engineer was mumbling about taking the chance to go up a hill as the ex Para was not present to command the mission. He was asking to take it easy shortly before racing off up Hackthorne Road. You guys amaze me at times, I have a different understanding of 'take it easy', my definition is NOT 'sprint up a hill'.
Along the summit road we passed the Paramedic, the Chopper Pilot and the Water Skier (or is it now Mr. Shitmano) going the other way. A brief exchange of pleasantries was followed by the Optimist and the Engineer mulling over the possibilities of an electronic jamming device for the new electronic shifters ;-).
On the descent of the Stelvio, the Engineer tried to escape. It was looking promising until the New Parent put his foot down on the flat to Motukara. Tiffin at Tai Tapu was followed by a 45km/h race back to town. The New Parent must be eating Farley's rusks or some other secret breakfast as having babies normally limits cycling for a few years.
No ride for me this weekend as I am off up to Auckland to see Lady Gaga. So I shall expect a report from someone else.
In other news, England take on Europe at football again, starting with France on Tuesday morning. The usual questions are being ask namely "Who's missus is JT shagging?" and "Who is going to score the goal?".
At the start of last Sunday's ride we had the Builder, the New Parent, the Engineer and the Optimist. The Engineer was mumbling about taking the chance to go up a hill as the ex Para was not present to command the mission. He was asking to take it easy shortly before racing off up Hackthorne Road. You guys amaze me at times, I have a different understanding of 'take it easy', my definition is NOT 'sprint up a hill'.
Along the summit road we passed the Paramedic, the Chopper Pilot and the Water Skier (or is it now Mr. Shitmano) going the other way. A brief exchange of pleasantries was followed by the Optimist and the Engineer mulling over the possibilities of an electronic jamming device for the new electronic shifters ;-).
On the descent of the Stelvio, the Engineer tried to escape. It was looking promising until the New Parent put his foot down on the flat to Motukara. Tiffin at Tai Tapu was followed by a 45km/h race back to town. The New Parent must be eating Farley's rusks or some other secret breakfast as having babies normally limits cycling for a few years.
No ride for me this weekend as I am off up to Auckland to see Lady Gaga. So I shall expect a report from someone else.
In other news, England take on Europe at football again, starting with France on Tuesday morning. The usual questions are being ask namely "Who's missus is JT shagging?" and "Who is going to score the goal?".
Russia versus Czech Republic should be good - the Czechs hate the Russians since the 1968 invasion that brought an untimely end to the Prague Spring, this despite formerly loving them as the only major power that had any balls in '38 when the Brits and French sold Czechoslovakia down the proverbial river at Munich. Itll be like all those ice hockey grudge matches...
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