Concerned about our Club’s re-branding, I sent this e-mail – in a personal capacity – to our National Chair and our Chief Executive Officer:
To: David Cox, Chair of National Council, Cyclists’ Touring Club
Paul Tuohy, Chief Executive Officer, Cyclists’ Touring Club
You have announced that you will be going ahead this week with the rebranding of the Cyclists’ Touring Club.
To do so would be profoundly undemocratic.
This is because you have received a petition – some weeks ago – signed by a sufficient number of members of the Cyclists’ Touring Club to demand a poll of the whole Club on this issue.
I therefore call upon you to:
- cancel the rebranding, and
- announce, via “Cycle” – the magazine of the Cyclists’ Touring Club, the arrangements for the conduct of the poll of the whole Club.
Yours in a spirit of democracy and transparency,
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Thursday Night’s Ride to Southend-on-Sea and a great description from Skirtbike!
For those that don’t know there is a group of people that have been riding out of London to a coastal resort most months of the year, aside from the deepest darkest winter ones, for maybe ten years now. I forget when they first started, as I wasn’t on the first couple. A very good friend of mine told me about them and their leader, Simon, who is a character and a half I can tell you. I think it was sometime in 2008, or maybe 2009. Simon has done a lot more in his life than the Friday Night Rides, but they remain the bit in which I was most involved over the next few years.
So, back to the FNRttC. Well, yes, my good mate took me along, introduced me to Simon, the leader and a few other people and so it started. Although Simon ran them every…
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Hey winter, stop bossing me around. It’s time for a March challenge designed for the utility cyclist and transportation runner with errands to do, even during cold winter days– the Errandonnee!
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Particularly good to see the acknowledgement of Peter Mulligan!
An Irishwoman’s Diary
The town of Northampton, in England’s southern midlands, is an unlikely place to find a Joyce connection. Yet one of its cemeteries – Kingsthorpe – is the final resting place of Lucia Joyce, the tragic daughter of James and Nora.
Postwar Trieste, Lucia’s birthplace, had been claimed by Yugoslavia which is why her grave is located in the eastern Europe section of the cemetery and surrounding headstones are inscribed in many of the Slav languages. Lucia’s says, simply: “Lucia Anna Joyce, Trieste 1907, Northampton 1982.”
Her mental disturbance, thought to have been schizophrenic (one doctor noted she was neurotic rather than lunatic) started to manifest itself when she was in her early twenties and the resultant erratic behaviour and violent outbursts made her difficult to live with. She severed the phone lines in her parents’ apartment at a most inopportune moment – just when the…
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A great account, with terrific photos, of our trip across France for which I was white-van-man.
From Saturday 31st August to Sunday 15th September, CTC Holidays’ Caen to Cannes cycle tour moved slowly but relentlessly south from the Channel port of Ouistreham to Cannes on the Cote d’Azur. Tour Leader, Bob Norton, his wife, Georgina, Ian Macsporran, our support vehicle driver (and occasional cyclist) and George Brockbank, nobly taking up the rear, ably guided twelve of us along Bob’s 826 mile route.
Here we are at the Pegasus Bridge just north of Caen, where we had our first breakfast.
It’s possible to see how the weather treated us from the photos and, frankly, it was pretty amazing most of the time. Following a really hot spell as far as day 8 (south of Issoire), we had a couple of drizzly days, with a brief spell of harder rain before it all cleared up and we enjoyed near perfect conditions for the rest of the trip. Only…
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On Sunday 8th September the group left St-Paulien for elevenses in Le-Puy-en-Velay and then began a series of steady climbs to Coubon, near the source of the Loire, and to Le Monastief for lunch. More climbing took them over the boundary between Auvergne and Rhone-Alps and into the Ardèche for an afternoon break at Le Beage. Then along beside lakes and reservoirs to our hotel at St-Cirgues-en-Montagne.
Just time for a personal ride upto the Atlantic-Mediterranean watershed before dinner.