It’s been a while since I posted. Flu, a baby, a tough old workload and procrastination were the general factors. My cycling has been woeful, but then the weather has hardly been conducive. A look at last year’s cycling and book reading plans did not make for pleasant reading – some of they way in both, but not really very good. Good thing my eternal security does not lie in my fitness or education, I reckon.
So I’ve been out tootling along on what is becoming my trusty Kaffenback. I never quite knew why it was so called, and given Planet-X/On-one’s propensity for naming their other bits of equipment, I was concerned that it was some vile euphemism. Happily, I discovered why it is called the Kaffenback – nothing hideous, and not some Belgian cobbled climb either.
Last Saturday, I was heading gently on my own from Hassop to Great Longstone in the Peak, when I ran into my cycling colleagues from the Common Lane Occasionals as they were heading in the opposite way to me, en route back home (if you wondering why I wasn’t with them, I’m taking things gently at the moment!). The conversation went something like this:
“Good to see you Rob – how’s it going and how’s the Kaffenback?”
“Great Tony – good to see you too. Where did you get to this morning?”
(Pointing to my bike) “We’ve been there!”
“There! You know – to the caff and back. Kaffenback!”
Truly an Acts 9:18 moment.