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Ride and Groom
WORDS & IMAGES: Max Leonard
It was one of those gentle autumn days, mists and mellow fruitfulness and all that, which seem like a gift: as if the season is cosying up to you, to apologise in advance for the wind and the rain to come. The sign in a hairdresser's window in Woodford - "We Are In Presence of God" - seemed auspicious.
Some friends of mine have a tradition - only three years old, but it feels established already - of riding to each other’s weddings. The Ride and Groom, they call it.
First, this took them to Greece, then to France. This year, the destination was Leiston Abbey in Suffolk. Groomless (he was already there) but enthusiastic, three of us met early in east London. The plan, a sort of daytime Dunwich Dynamo, the annual overnight bike pilgrimage to Dunwich, out of London. Then turn right at Framlingham. Bob's your uncle.
As east London gave way to Epping, North Weald, High Roding then Great Dunmow, the mist lifted off the fields and the sun began to shine.
• There is an apple tree by the side of the road in Chelsworth groaning under the weight of the most delicious apples ever. Eve never had it so good.
• The smell of fresh earth, as tractors turn fields from green to brown, spreads far across the countryside.
• Looking at said tractors, as the plough blades catch the low sun, is not a good idea.
• Men in shooting parties wear amazing coloured socks (vivid mustard was the best we saw, as we watched them in their carriages, trundling across the fields).
• Steamed syrup pudding with custard is such immense fuel it cannot be UCI legal.
• 190 kilometres riding side by side induces surprising frankness in your companions, including tales about their sexual history.
• By Saxmundham, you can feel the sea in the air, the salt sticks to your skin.
• The Normans, as far as church design goes, were pretty much one-trick ponies.
We rode past Leiston; rode until we hit the sea at Aldeburgh and couldn't go any further. Then we retraced the road north and arrived at the Abbey, fish and chips in hand, as the sun was setting behind the ruins. 190 kilometres. 30 churches, two mosques and a hairdresser's. The wedding, the next day, was a humanist affair.
- Last week was a great one for Rapha Condor JLT, all the action and images now up on the team site: http://t.co/ftBejPnnCJ
- RT @alainrumpf: Well done @mike_cuming and @raphacondorjlt winner of #TdK2013 under the scrutiny of latest drone… http://t.co/gv81uP9mHP
- In their attempt to cross the US in 24 days, @michaeltabtabai & Andrew Hudon will ‘Leave It On The Road’. → http://t.co/Per6QsCAtt
- We are delighted to announce the opening of a one-month, pop-up @RaphaCycleClub in Tokyo this summer from 22/6–21/7 → http://t.co/Jrc0EKZ9ky
- Huge congratulations to @raphacondorjlt’s @mike_cuming for winning the @TourdeKorea2013 and to @tomsoutham for best DS. #TdK2013
- @danfromnam in Corsica — outtake from our 2013 Spring/Summer shoot #corsica #beningstagram http://t.co/03A7pT9mtj
- Winner Winner Chicken Dinner ! The most important jersey of #TdK2013 hot off the press. http://t.co/Pflx0eUfdv”
- What a day... The boys keep Mike Cuming in yellow, after having to chase all day. Great performance by all.
- Just rehearsing the whole of Pacino's speech from Any Given Sunday to recite to the boys...
- UK: Thanks to all who came to to tonight’s Rapha Étape Evening in London with @CyclefitUK — one of our biggest turnouts yet.