Sorrento Cycling Club

Another fine bright day and no particular destination in mind but as I was riding fixed it would be best to stay away from any sharp descents.So todays target was to avoid the NMotte Stone and sharp descents.Dave,John O'Reilly,Paul C,Denis and myself picking up Mags at the end of the Glen.

     Straight down to Ashford to give me time to fix up a route all the while the groups admiration of my smooth fixed riding style dissipating as soon as we exited The Glen.Up Blackhill (Blackhell) Rd and down that sharp descent at the back of Ballinagran Dump where I had to let the chaps go ahead as I went backawards down that nasty drop.I was going so slow that a woman and children stuck behind me stopped to ask was I alright and why all my friends had left me.Not being one to cry wolf I told them that they were big bullies and always leave me behind.

   Up the top of The Tap and we found ourselves like mottes to the flame being drawn back to that Rock otherwise known as Finn McCool's Hurling Stone.Views were spectacualar as always and when a passing motorist asked what the mass times were I knew that I had been spending too much time  up top of the Stone.

    Back down by the animal sanctuary where everyone went in to pick the puppies they would be giving the people they didn't like for Christmas and home in time for tea or in Dave's case not home in time for coffee as Gillian had long departed her rendezvous point being so far ahead of her training schedule or was it just because she  didn't go to circuit training during the week.

     A good ol day and with exemplary leadership shown I met my targets of avoiding sharp descents and glacial remnants (there's not much that rhymes with Sliothar).