Mother’s Day is the enemy of all cyclists (that aren’t mothers).
Obviously, all cycling is banned on Mothering Sunday. Even Christmas Day has more relaxed rules. I’ve scoured the Velominati for advice on this matter to no avail. Fathers/sons are on their own when it comes to the protocols of Cycling on Mothers’ Day.
It doesn’t matter how many bunches of flowers purchased, breakfasts in bed made and Sunday lunches cooked all cycling passes remain revoked. I was facing the bleak prospect of a cycling-less weekend. Thankfully there’s no such thing as Mothering Saturday and on this technicality, I was successfully able to secure a 2-hour window of ride opportunity. I had to act fast.
Fortunately, thebicyclemoaningcollective.com’s network of loosely cycling related Whatsapp groups range far and wide and within no time I had a partner in-ride on non-Mothering Saturday Afternoon.
With the sun on our backs and the near gale force winds in our faces we hit out past Hampton Court Palace, up and over Col du Sandown and on towards the Stockbroker Belt. The wind was fluctuating wildly between head / side / on yer back. When on the rare occasion, it was the latter we easily lit up 40kmh and some.
Easily making up for when it was the former and were grinding out 15kmh. When push (from the wind behind) came to shove (in the face) the average was still good. This was hard riding, with the Spring sunshine an unexpected friend along for the ride. Even the time on the clock was looking sweet.
Then Matt O turned left on to a farm track. Apparently, this is what they do in Belgium – ride carbon Aerobikes on concrete / gravel tracks through farmyards. No punctures. No problems. The wind still wasn’t our friend but taking the scenic route had put my “I’ll be 2 hours, I promise” in jeopardy. We didn’t stop pushing hard but neither did the clock.
70km in 2 hours (plus the 30-minute margin of error that should be applied to all rides), I was relying on another technicality and now relying heavily on my plans for Mothering Sunday coming good.