This morning I intended to do the club run from Leicester across towards Burton but the minor roads on the route to the meeting point were well dodgy. A young lad came off right in front of me and two other club members had already come off too. I took the hint and hatched Plan B.
With the wonders of tracking I headed off in search of TeethGrinder. This involved getting lost in the middle of Hinckley then riding along the A5 and the Fosse. These are two roads that I would normally avoid on the bike but they weren't bad at all and, more importantly, they were ice free. I spotted the red-clad figure of TG somewhere just north of Brinklow and introduced myself. I don't know Steve but he seemed fairly perky. He knew where he was heading for this evening but was a bit vague about the route - just following the beeps on the GPS. We skirted around the southern outskirts of Leicester then headed across the lumpier bits towards Markfield. After 50k I had run out of water, was beginning to get a headache and was about to be dragged further from home so I left him to it.
As others have commented I was surprised at how steadily he goes up hills but also how fast he rolls down them - it was all I could do to keep up. At one point a group of three or four 'racers' blasted past us on a slight incline without even a 'Good Morning'. I felt like I should chase after them, point out who Steve is and tell them to show some respect !
