Sorrento Cycling Club

A nice bright Saturday saw Stephen,John O'Reilly,Denis,Jamie and myself at the Glen for 10.Just as we about to head off Dave appeared resplendent in his new National Vets Championship jersey.After donning sunglasses to ward off the glare we moseyed backwards to end upto Enniskerry.

    Everyone was kind of proud to be tipping along with the Champ until we got to the foot of the Poggio and Dave asked where we were heading.When I explained that we were heading for Killegar Lane the blood slowly drained out of his face and he turned a similar colour to the aforementioned jersey.This won't look good to young Jamie a National Champion unwilling to climb the Poggio I said to myelf.

      After much kneedling Dave finally admitted that he could only travel on pristine clean roads as he couldn't risk the jersey getting muck on it.Offers of a free box of OMO from the Treasurers petty cash failed to make a difference.Stephen offered to borrow a brush off Lord Powerscourt to sweep the road before us.Claims that the horses in Killegar Stables were cleaner than the rest of the horses in the country didn't do the job.Dave went onto spin cycle and left us behind whistling that old Sultans of Ping classic "pure new wool and perfect stitches not the kind of jumper that makes you itches".

         Next casualty of jerseygate was Denis who sensing that the roads might be going slightly uphill for a while and having already dropped a few stitches on the Poggio decided to use the same pattern of excuse and headed for home.As I watched his 12 year old jersey retreat into the distance I swore the same trick wouldn't work again and he'd be kneedling a different excuse next time.  

     Up over Killegar the road surface was spic and span with nare a mare to be seen.Met Tony on the Pine Forest and he laughed when he heard the wooly excuses of the day.Over Kilakee and down to Enniskerry and home in time for tea but the best part for me was the novel excuse of trying to keep the jersey pure as the driven snow.iIf only the professional ranks felt the same Pat McQuaid could spend more time knitting at home by the comfort of his fire.