On Good Friday at 10pm seven Lincsquad members headed off from Brigg for a night cycle. InstinctivelyÂ the group headed off to the Humber Bridge via Elsham and down the A15. The pace soon picked up and we were going through and off at nearly 40mph when I clashed with Dunc coming round the outside to overtake everyone, however somehow we managed to remain upright!!
We stopped on the Humber Bridge to decide on the route for the evening and after a short discussion it was decided to head towards Spurn Point again.
The pace eased as we discovered the wonderful sights and sounds of both Hessle and Hull with everything from cheers, claps and the silky white bottom of a female flasher who some might describe as a 13 pinter!
Once we left the razzle dazzle of Hull the pace soon started to pick up again with each village sign being aggressively fought over. Even the odd long distant solo breaks to ensure victory and the odd distraction techniques that any cold war spy would be proud of!
We stopped for a quick refuel at Easington and nearly called into the local pub, the Marquis Of Granby for a swift half. Nearly! That is if we had been local maybe!!! It was 2am!
So back we headed towards Withernsea with the brisky and risky pace soon returning all the way back to Hull. In the distance near to Hull the bright lights of a BP garage beckoned with the promise of a hot cuppa…. NO!!!! it was shut…
On we rode with yet another garage in sight, this time success and coffees all round. Stenno even treated us all to some cookies, what more do you need.
Then the final stint and off for the Humber Bridge we headed with a “not so shortcut” being taken by me and losing everybody!!! Mr Binch gave me a call on the moby and advised me off my error and said I best get my head down as they were already on the bridge… BUGGER!!
Once off the bridge it was yet another hard session with the group splintering all over the shot and then coming back together again at the turn on the A15 for Wrawby.
Flying down Elsham hill we were greeted with the sight of five cyclists heading up the hill, and the time 3:45am! So we are not the only nutters!!!
“BADGER!” was the scream, WTF!!!! Was it dead, alive??? Was that a speedhump?
Only a mile to go, yes just one mile!!!
CRASH!!! WTF!!!, me and Dunc turned to see Dobber skittling his way down the cyclepath having not seen the kurb sticking out in the middle!!! Ouch Ouch…… then we saw Mr Hinch do a technical dismount that any Olympic Gymnast would be proud of, however he got the last bit wrong and instead of landing on his two feet with his hands outstretched he broke his fall with his head & shoulders (no not the shampoo!).
The shine was taken off the evening a little but both Dobber and Hinchy rode the final mile and hopefully their bruising wont last too long.
So thanks guys, it was Epic
- Phil Binch
- Steven Dolby
- Paul Carvill (me)
- Dave Hinch
- Rick Stenton
- Duncan Wright
- Rob Wood