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chicken curry was completely concealed by a chip. I am afraid that the route back is a hazy memory, but we went through St Neots, and had a fuel stop and gossip near the A10. 11 bikes returned to Chelmsford at 16:00 but that was through planned early departures. Total distance 169 miles. Michel was sweeper on the outward leg and Tony on the way back. On 30th April Mick held his 'Associate Ride', which normally has a high proportion of Full Members who find being out on their bikes is pleasure enough without having a brisk pace, to the Comfort Cafe. He must have read the account of my recent outing there but, merely because he had been there a few days before, displayed an unwarranted confidence in the destination. Eleven of us assembled in Sainsbury's car park on a day warm and sunny enough to tempt me out without my heated jacket. There was a nice mix of familiar roads out through Linton to the Comfort Cafe which was, as you will have guessed, closed. As on that painful previous occasion Alan was deputised to get us to the Duxford McDonalds which was, of course, closed (till system malfunction). Alan continued as leader, with Mick tailing, to find another McDonalds up towards Cambridge. Richard then had a puncture and Mick ended up taking care of him. With Yours Truly as sweeper we then rode 10 miles on the world's dullest road, with the dozens of traffic lights all specially sequenced to go to red as we approached, into central Cambridge, where the SatNav led us into a pedestrian precinct. This abounded with Japanese tourists eager to take selfies with the bikes, and caused some initial consternation as big tough bikers found themselves mobbed by little old ladies whose initial intentions were not clear.. We found a totally unsuitable parking place amongst hallowed spires outside a cafe, but were moved on by Someone In Authority pretty damned quickly, Finally we ended up at a chippie in Trumpington which had just opened for the day. The pies and saveloys were OK but the chips were truly terrible; pale, lukewarm and greasy. Alan let his SatNav take us to Linton, and then we were on familiar territory again. The run formally ended in a lay-by close to Channels on the A130. The total distance almost exactly 100 miles. The pace was unforced and, in Cambridge, funereal. Many thanks to Mick for leading (and tailing) and to Alan for tailing
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