“His name was always Buddy”

Photo: A ride leader in the making confidently leading the group

Not so much a “Drive-In Saturday”*, but a Ride-Out Sunday. I was Buddy for the day.

ICC has recently started an initiative to recruit more ride leaders. It was our first try at buddying up an experienced leader with someone wanting to lead for the first time. Two riders stepped up to have a go so we split into two rides, one to Amy’s Tea Room, mine to The Hub cafe in Redbourn.

Starting as the front pair we chatted about ride leading and other stuff.  No major incidents but enough to discuss the ins and outs of leading a ride. Having done a great job leading on the way out I decided to leave her to it for the return leg and drop to the back to act as sweeper. Just as well.

One rider started to struggle, so I dropped back to buddy him instead. He bonked half way up a hill. He suggested we leave him there. It’s not the ICC way. We would all work to get him home. “It’s hard enough to keep formation, with this fall out saturation“. A quick stop and an emergency gel from my jersey and we re-joined the group waiting for us at the top of the hill.  We put him in the middle of the pack to get him home. Home we got him.

A successful “…. crash course for the ravers

*”Drive-In Saturday” was the third track on David Bowie’s Aladdin Sane album released in April 1973. I remember buying the album as a teenager.

Let me put my arms around your head
(Dom do ah) Gee, it’s hot, let’s go to bed
Don’t forget to turn on the light
Don’t laugh babe, it’ll be alright
(Dom do ah) Pour me out another phone
(Dom do ah) I’ll ring and see if your friends are home
Perhaps the strange ones in the dome
Can lend us a book we can read up alone
And try to get it on like once before
When Jagger stared in people’s eyes and scored
Like the video films we saw
His name was always buddy
And he’d shrug and ask to stay
She’d sigh like twig the wonder kid
And turn her face away
She’s uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It’s a crash course for the ravers
It’s a drive-in Saturday
Jung the foreman prayed at work (dom do ah)
Neither hands nor limbs would burst
It’s hard enough to keep formation with this fall out saturation
Cursing at the Astronette
(Dom do ah) then stands in steel by his cabinet
He’s crashing out with Sylvian
The bureau supply for aging men
With snorting head he gazes to the shore
Which once had raised a raging sea but no more
Like the video films he saw
His name was always buddy
And he’d shrug and ask to stay
She’d sigh like twig the wonder kid
And turn her face away
She’s uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It’s a crash course for the ravers
It’s a drive-in Saturday
His name was always buddy
And he’d shrug and ask to stay
She’d sigh like twig the wonder kid
And turn her face away
She’s uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It’s a crash course for the ravers
It’s a drive-in Saturday, yeah, yeah
Drive-in Saturday
It’s a drive-in Saturday
It’s a (It’s a drive-in Saturday)
it’s a (It’s a drive-in Saturday) it’s a, it’s a, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir,
Yes sir
(It’s a drive-in Saturday)
(It’s a drive-in Saturday) it’s a, it’s a, it’s a, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir,
yes sir, yes sir……

 

 

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