12th April 2026 - Ride to Krazy Horse - Dave Robins

It is a glorious spring morning; sunny, dry, and with just a hint of chill in the air to justify that extra layer. Assembled at the bazaar are twelve eager riders, some recently emerged from hibernation (whether as beautiful butterflies or sleepy-headed bears, I leave to you to decide). There's not much chrome in evidence, but what there is sparkles in the sun. We set off, square time; there is a published route, but the leader of our group, Steve S, has gone rogue. Second-guessing to no effect, we follow a magical mystery tour (try to read that without singing) through a network of twisty Breckland lanes, seemingly alike but all with their own charm. It's fabulous. The roads are dry, the potholes few; sand drifting in from the verges and accumulating on the crown of the road keeps attention focused. The Woodland Alliance make a token effort, a suicide pigeon taking half-hearted aim at our leader’s head, deftly avoided. A civilian duck, ducklings in tow, follows Tufty's advice and the spectre of collateral damage is avoided. Our destination, approached obliquely lest it notice us and shut its doors, is Krazy Horse in Bury St. Edmunds, purveyor of overpriced reassuringly expensive boutique and custom bikes. Their café has a much more egalitarian approach, though - good quality, simple food at reasonable prices - and is usually busy (at least it is when twelve of us descend on them). Second verse, same as the first; we retrace our steps with a reconfigured group, while others disperse, scratching their own itches. Thanks to Steve S and the other group leaders for a great day out... and until next time, keep biking!

Dave.