Sunday's club run had only a small turnout, with just myself and Mikey - possibly was a poor show because we forgot to announce it! Ahh, well. We had fun anyway.
We set off early and found ourselves enjoying empty roads. The sun was out but as usual the Cornish wind was fierce and there appeared to be a headwind in every direction we turned.
After an hour of riding (and a pit stop to repair a puncture) it was time for a cafe stop for tea and cake. Straying slightly from the tradition, we both opted for toasted tea-cakes. Mmm... they were scrumptious and warmed us slightly.
We set back off and headed towards home. We hadn't even pedalled 100metres when from around the corner a vision that I just wasn't expecting appeared on the horizon. Was I imaging things? Could there really be someone riding towards us in a VeloCake jersey? I shook my head in disbelief. It couldn't be... could it?
It was though, I giggled to myself, what a small world. Stupidly, Mikey hadn't seemed to notice (apparently he was too busy admiring the fellow VeloCakers bike and panniers). He finally clocked the rider as he passed by and called out a cheery hello and waved. It was Don. I'm not too sure who Don is, but it was really great to see someone wearing their VeloCake colours with pride - despite the cold winds he was in short sleeves! (It seemed odd that he would be wearing short sleeves and shorts but then it all made sense when Mikey told me he was a hardy Scotsman!)
Go team VeloCake!