I gather there was a big cycling campaign ride in London yesterday, in advance of Thursday's local elections. Apparently it was combined with the London Tweed Run, which doesn't sound quite so serious, though right up my grandfather's alley.
I might have gone (though not for the tweed bit).
If I'd heard about it beforehand.
If my "get up and go" hadn't got comfy on the sofa.
If I hadn't just discovered a broken spoke anyway.