Chapter 4
“On your marks…..BANG!”
We were off! Blaire did indeed shoot off ahead but I pedalled as fast as ever I could, and the first straight was on solid tarmac, which wasn’t too bad. But then the course veered left onto grass, and the going became distinctly soft. The back wheel skidded left and right on the soft grass, and the vibration! The whole thing shook like the dickens, and I was certain that I would be rattled off the dashed thing. By now I really was tail end Charlie, but the girls kept looking around to see if I was keeping up, Blaire was about fifty yards ahead.
Then we hit mud.
The front wheel simply stopped, buried up to the axle in soft, brown mud.
Bertram did not stop, but flew gracefully for two or three yards before landing with a splat!
Yupar and Roxie were laughing fit to bust. It was only then that I noticed that all the girls had dismounted and were in fact carrying their bikes on their backs.
I wiped mud out of my eyes, and returned to mine, still standing upright in the mud. I hauled it up, and it came out with a gentle ‘plop.’
All the girls were standing and laughing. In the distance I could hear Sir Roderick: “OI! Get moving, this is a serious race – do you all want another thrashing?”
Siss said “Promises, promises…”
Barb added, “Oooh, he’s such a sweetie, he really knows how to give a girl a good time.”
Blaire was still laughing. “You’re going to have to take that jacket to the dry cleaners, Bertie!”
“I don’t know,” said PK, “I think it’s a great improvement!”
At that moment, I noticed two things, neither of which pleased me greatly. The first was that the barking hounds sounded much more excited, and the second was that they sounded much closer.
“I say, girls, the rotters have set the dogs onto us! I suggest we’d better run along, what?”
I copied Barb and slung the bike across my back as we all staggered through the mud and rain making the best speed possible in the quagmire. Blaire, ahead reached drier grass and remounted. The others and myself followed swiftly, but I was only just quick enough to prevent one of the dogs from taking a lump out of Bertram’s backside.
Blaire, as always, led the way for another mile, but those beastly dogs rather focused my mind, and I wasn’t that far behind her as we reached the furthest corner from the Abbey. At this point the trail went up and over a wooden bridge and back down into a tunnel. I had maybe five seconds on the dogs and I was going faster than I’d ever travelled on a bike in my life.
Blaire went down the ramp off the bridge and into the tunnel like an express train, with PK in hot pursuit. I heard a thump from ahead, Blaire’s voice saying ‘what the hell….?” Yupar, Roxie, Barb, and Siss went flying into the dark and in I went about two seconds later. Half a second after that I crashed into a huge heap of bikes and girls. Then there was a loud ‘CRASH’ as a door was shut behind us. Two or three of the dogs yelped as they collided with the closed door at full speed.
I heard a heavy motor start up and we felt ourselves moving. I realised, with a start, that we’d all ridden into the back of a well-disguised truck.
A voice came over a loudspeaker. “Bonjour Mesdames! Bonjour Monsieur! Welcome to Team Messaline! My assistant Connie will now attend to your needs.
The lights came on. We were still a bit of a sorry sight, although they’d put in some foam to absorb the worst of the impact. A young lady, dressed in green, and with flaming red hair, helped us to sort ourselves out. Nobody was hurt, Blaire said that she’d extracted herself from worse crashes dozens of times.
The truck was picking up speed now as it sped away from Cruxton. Connie slid back some covers over some windows so that we could see out. I was dismayed to see a large 4x4 beside us on the dual carriageway, clearly containing Bull, Gunner, Tree and Sir Roderick, none of whom looked friendly.
“By Jove!” I called, “Sir Roderick and his cronies appear to have caught us up!”
“Don’t worry!” called Connie, “I think your man, Jeeves, has a plan!”
I rolled my eyes. He would. How could I be even slightly surprised when the 4x4 gave a cough, and began belching out black smoke, falling rapidly behind the speeding truck. I have no idea what Jeeves had put into the fuel tank, but it very clearly hadn’t done the vehicle any good.