On a gorgeous sunny day, seven of us decided to follow Bernie on his long ride to Bird Hills GC. Everything was going smoothly until we were about a couple of miles from our morning stop in Colnbrook when all of a sudden a bolt on Bernie's swanko Brooks saddle snapped in half (God's cunning way of telling you to go on a diet) rendering it unsittable. Despite some workaround suggestions from the group e.g. "Stick a bit of wood underneath" Bernie said that he had to abandon the ride and return home. We continued on to the morning stop, where on checking an old ride from last year on my phone I realised that I could get us there and back from memory. The others were up for that so they took up my offer and we completed the ride without any further mishaps other than losing Sally and Robert in the Eton Wick area for a while.
Conspiracy Theory of the Day: Perhaps this was just a very clever ploy by Bernie to sneak off to the nearby Tantric Blue gentleman's club, which by the large number of cars on the forecourt, seems to be running an early morning Pensioner's Pleaser.