Last Saturday was the latest edition of the Hip Hop Slave Bike rides. I wrote about the second one which happened last year and gave a quick definition of what a HHSB is here. It was originally going to be to Brighton again but due to the Pride festival on the same weekend we decided to cycle to Cambridge instead.
The turn out was really good, about 25 of us and a real mix of people too. Some new to cycling outside London, some experienced and some just mental. There was a good spread of ages and the bikes were really good too. Lots of eye candy going on, as you can see in my photo’s below. The sun was mostly shining and the wind was non existent so the weather was perfect. There was just one time we got rained on. As we were getting close to Cambridge there was a huge black cloud right in front of us, hanging ominously in the sky. As we got closer to it the sun disappeared and the rain started, turning into a hail storm by the time we found a car garage to shelter under. And then it stopped, 2 minutes later, perfect timing. I had a rain jacket so wasn’t too wet but the guys in t shirts and basketball tops really didn’t enjoy it. We had all dried out by the time we arrived the sun was that strong. A quick sprocket change the night before had me cycling on 73 gear inches which I initially regretted but learned to love when on the rolling roads in the middle of nowhere.
The route was done half by a couple of us remembering the way and some Garmin help as we got closer. I rode as backstop so noone got lost or dropped (which can’t be said for the last HHSB ride). Mechanicals were at a minimum too. Indra (who organised this ride to happen) managed to knock his chain off and it wrapped around his sprocket a few times. This was about 100 meters down the road from our start point. Jake’s chain fell off shortly after but he was on a road bike so we left him behind to catch up. All was good until 3 miles outside Cambridge centre where Olly glanced behind and at the same time cycled into the curb of a cycle path divider. He flipped over the bike and got some road rash but nothing more than that. Luckily. The lovely NJS Bridgestone frame however, folded like a wet napkin. We cleaned him up and got him in a taxi to the train station with a friend to get a ride home. Some beers by the river and a short train ride and we were home. A great day out with lots of mates.
Thanks to everyone that came along, you are what made it so good.