Well, yes, but it was a bit weird. I haven't been out on a bike since September (cold, chest infection, poor time management), and when I got the tourer out of the bike box there was mould growing on the saddle and the drive train was a solid black chunk of skog. So I found the saddle soap, gave the saddle a clean down, did something with GT85 to the drivetrain, and searched out the lights in case I was heading back later than expected.
So far, so good.
The ride was OK, very cold indeed but I still have loads of good winter gear left from when I used to cycle commute. So I was wearing my nice navy cords with a grey turtle neck sweater, a long string of pearls, Christmas jumper over the top, warm padded jacket, buff, woolly hat, lobster winter gloves. Shimano cycling/hiking boots. Lovely and toasty. The skies were clear and it was one of those lovely crisp winter days. It was good to be out again.
The destination was the cycling club Christmas meal at a pub about three miles from my house. When I got there there was just the one bike parked outside. Which made me think I'd turned up at the wrong pub. Wouldn't be the first (or second, or third) time.
But, no, I was in the right place. But basically everyone seemed to find it a bit odd that I'd travelled there by bike. And there were only three cycling women there (though some people had brought wives), and I didn't know them, so I sat with two of the men who lead the novice ride and they were lovely company as always.
I was told to get a lift next time, someone would be sure to be happy to bring me there and back in their car.
Then I left early-ish (straight after the presentations, most of which went to one person called Dave), to catch the last of the daylight.
I think I must have a really weird perception of risk or something, because I'm the only one who doesn't wear a helmet, and I'm one of two people who turned up to the Cycling club Christmas do on a bike.
I just feel really perplexed.