Saturday, 20 June 1925 Northenden

Post:       Well I did say that we had not heard all about Charlie’s saddle on the new bike and now it has proved to be.  He is not at all happy with the substitute.  In fact it has taken over his life, well at least for today.  And another thing, tandems don’t help the easy flow of the run, seemingly!

Saturday, June 20                                 Northenden    CTC run

Thought I would back up my club run tomorrow by turning out with the club today, so at 2.30 I pottered along to Four Lane Ends.  At 3pm there were only seven of us, and two of those went off on an errand, saying that they would see us at teatime.  I had swopped my B10 saddle for a B17 narrow, because I could not get used to it, and now I found the B17 very unsympathetic.  However, we made a start via Little Hulton, and a fresh route to Walkden and Worsley.  A tandem was with us, keeping us going (I never did care for a tandem on club runs).  Meanwhile the B17 was giving me a rough time – they are as hard as iron.  At Stretford we joined Chester road for Sale, where we turned for Northenden.  There was a carnival on or something here to judge by the streamers, confetti, etc flying about, and the crowds where a nuisance.  About a mile of tramcar lines and crowds, then a short run through partly wooded country and Northenden was reached.

We had tea overlooking the street, where we saw the other two rounding a bend.  Our leader went flying after them, only bringing them back after a long search, thus bringing our total back up to seven again.

We went down to the river afterwards, where we met three more, who had had tea elsewhere, being unable to find the correct venue.  We had thought of an hour boating on the Mersey, but refused to pay 1/6d and a two shilling deposit for a single boat, so after a walk round we started back.  That B17 saddle was specially made for my torture, I am convinced of that!  It was terrible on the homeward journey, which happened to be the same route, so that it was no wonder that I jumped at the chance of another ‘swop’ – for a B70 this time.  I changed it as soon as I got home, finding complete comfort for the moment.                           37 miles

 

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