As I came over the brow of a shallow rise I saw them; little red blinking lights, off to the right, stationary and no I wasn’t seeing things. Even after 70 km in the rain following a day’s work I wasn’t quite that tired! As I drew closer and I could see the jerseys in the dusk I recognised the riders, they were the group I would have gone riding with on this particular rainy evening had I not chosen to ride the 90 km from work instead. They had stopped to fix a puncture which although a pain for them was a relief for me; after 70 lonely kilometers I was relishing the opportunity to ride in a group again, having someone to talk to and a wheel to follow. So I stopped, greeted them and offered around a few Jelly Babies. Continue reading “Full 55 mile Commute to Work”