Nowhere near as far for me, cos I had to get back early to help Mrs Cudzo with some job stuff. Instead of distance, today I went for speed! In fact, I sustained 33km/h drafting some roadies (yeah, okay, draftonomics) then to my surprise managed to maintain 32km/h on my own after I stopped for a brief chat with Len of ACB, out for a DIY on his RRTY. This was my first ride on the Pacer for literally months, in fact probably since getting the Sequoia, and the first few minutes were all about difference: it's so light! it starts off so much faster! the brake levers have to be pulled so far back! the steering's quick! the saddle's narrow! the bars are further away! But after that, the differences were lost in their shared bikeness, and within the world of bikeness, their similarities: dropped bars, roadishness, and so on.
Went to Bath and back. Had to stop at Warmley (that's hardly any distance) cos of the cold; my right hand was numb. A cup of tea (and a chat with a bloke on an electric bike who'd come over from Wootton Bassett) cured that. Drafted the roadies (but didn't feel quite safe drafting a group I wasn't part of, who all had much better bike handling skills, at 20+mph on a path with walkers, dogs, kids and so on), bumped into Len, etc. Then got back home, took the boy out to smash things up at an art gallery* (this was FUN! we built – he designed, I was merely the technician who tied knots in wire – a device for ET to phone home using bits of old keyboard, printer and miniature video cassette), home again and work.
*http://www.arnolfini.org.uk/whatson/live-art-development-agency-presents-playing-up-1