Dunwich Dynamo 2008

For some strange reason I was really wired when we got to the beach, I was tired obviously but I just couldn't slow down mentally, didn't really sleep/doze until we got on the coach at one. Apologies if I stopped anyone from getting some well earned rest, with my cultural babblings, film quotes and raucous laughing at my own jokes.

Had a bit more time to reflect and moments that stand out are:
playing domestique to brain flick on the way to the feeding station,
deciding that discretion is the better part of valour and acknowledging that I wouldn't be able to keep the pace set by Ma3k and others and falling away off the back to a more sedate and comfortable speed,
riding down country lanes after midnight, with my lights switched off and the moon lighting the way,
being backlit by my friend emile's car like light and seeing the shadow cast by myself huge on the treelined lane in front of me,
riding swiftly along winding lanes with the moon on one side and the rising sun on the other,
the mini echelon/peloton of hippy, jonny, clintsmoker, tommy, and myself riding hard yet smoothly as night changed to day,
hearing morning bird song when I hadn't slept at all,
meeting up with the rest of the forum bods at various corners along the way and feeling really proud and grateful that I knew so many riders/people on the dynamo,
the sense of achievement as I rolled into Dunwich, and looking to see the beach, and that bacon sarnie that Aroogah bought for me, best bacon ever,
the good craic at the beach, on the beach and on the coach on the way home.

All in all good times, good times.
photos at the flickr site, http://www.flickr.com/photos/11623716@N06/sets/72157606310812761/