That was much fun.
Myself and my mate Steve (hasy64 on here) set off in light rain from my house at 7pm after we had tweaked his gears and stopped his back brake from rubbing.
Our route was as convoluted and hilly as I could make it - much to Steve's horror. As we approached each junction I amused myself by informing him that "Of course if we were taking the direct route we'd turn left here left here but that'd be no fun so we're turning right!".
Eventually we arrived at The Chequers, Goldhanger and ordered some proper bitter for Steve and a pint of Old Rosie (7.3%) for me as I'm going through a bit of a cider phase. Once Oaky and Huggy arrived we discovered Steve was a pickled egg virgin. The good news is that he lost his cherry to a Mrs Semolina egg served in time honoured fashion in a packet of crisps (Tyrells salt and vinegar) ...
The ride home was dry and included our last hill of any note (Mountains Road out of Great Totham). We parted company with Oaky and Huggy by the war memorial and rolled back to Witham past The Green Man.
A smashing night out, thanks chaps