Today I went out with the Chelmsford CTC and you'd never guess who I found there!
Hello jiberjaber! It's not how I'd spell jibber jabber but it must be a throw back to the great Yorkshire typewriter ribbon strike and embargo of 1804-1968 when they had to use fewer letters to save the ribbons that they had! (honestly there is a wiki page and everything about it
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I picked up a puncture just after lunch, Donkey and Buskin, Layer de la Haye, during the rainy bit and stopped at a swallow infested audax hotel to replace the tube. Could not find a pointy thing inside tyre, neither could jiberjaber, so picked out all the sharp bits from outside and put tyre over new tube. After that it felt like it was going down, topped up at Maldon and Rettendon, but at home on the track pump it appeared to be almost at 100psi! I'll see how it is in the morning.
My route, just over 100 miles.
Mel, our Benign Dictator for the day, and Jiberjaber having ice cream at Maldon.
Mudguards FTW!
Or sometimes you need a cork!
I didn't ride on the Chelmsford WNBR but here's a giant cock!