Giving Halfords a kick

It was a beautiful day, so this morning after Nom and Fromage had finished work (Sunday morning...bleugh), Fromage went home to sit on his new reclining sofa ("I don't have a bike...honest!") whilst Nom headed home to rescue Veg from a complicated situation involving a revolving pedal, some bike oil and a tabby cat.

Corporal Odd (the Instigator) turned up for drill at 12.30 and after Veg and Nom's bikes had been de-spidered, the show was, in effect, on the road...

...until four miles into the journey, when Corporal Odd's shiny new red bike began to show signs of renegade handlebars. Hmm...

Nom, the designated responsible adult attempted to tighten the nut (on the bike, not the Corporal) with a house key, but an alum key was needed. So Corporal Odd and Veg did the honourable thing; delegating Nom to cycle home for an alum key whilst they headed for the pub.

Ten minutes later, Nom turned up, having met a very organised friend from work just a few minutes down the Greenway. Organised friend had brought alum keys. Hooray!

We made it to Dewsbury in silly times, despite Veg and Nom stopping at Tesco in Cleckheaton and filling their rucksack with...yes, veg. Nom sneaked in a bottle of wine too, but nobody is sure how that happened. Oh well, he had to carry it. And the rucksack was pink.

Heckmondwike again and disaster struck Corporal Odd. The old war wound, in the form of the squiffy handlebars, struck again and he had a full relapse. Nom worked hard, but it was a terminal case. We walked home from Heckmondwike.

Training session one: Fail.