We heard nothing. Great breakfast was enjoyed before anybody else. We avoided the surge of grockles around the self service breakfast bar. So off putting! What a snob I am. On the road and heading for the Metropolis. The route on on A12 was not an option. Josh had advised of a cycle path alongside the dual carriageway if we could find it. Studying the map and looking and checking. It became clear that early morning rides are not suited to some. All things considered the route proved more than adequate. That is my opinion. Three cheers for Boris. The blue cycle routes into the city were clear and fluid. We beat some of the cars and buses. Arrived at the venue, Giant Bike Shop St. Paul's bang on time. Like a well oiled machine we were up and running in under 30 minutes. Sadly the audience were thin on the ground. Those who were there had a treat. Kindly Giant attended to RD's bike and set it up for the evening ride to Reigate through the Saturday evening traffic. Good job it was not midweek. Quickly we found our way across the Thames and on towards Brixton and the south. Peddling hard and with the benefit if our three hour break we made steady progress. Friendly bikers on the same route. Good chats. I am sure a young rider to a shine to me. No time to check my hair! The ride was enormous fun as we travelled through various districts; the smells, the shops and the people. Arrived for meeting at Reigate with Louise just after 20.00. Home in time for the match. Great supper. Fell asleep. England lost. How strange is that? 85 miles. As predicted, a tour record and fully loaded too, plus a concert on top of all that for the Maestro. All in a normal day's work on the Cycling Music Tour. Not bad. Tour total miles 1,330 One wheel on my wagon and I'm Still Rolling Along.
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