The chap in the Welsh cycling pants was pretty bloody quick. 6pt, Sasmon and me weren't to shabby either.
The return journey is "a good ride to have done"; though the jury's out on whether or not I enjoyed it at the time. It's probably not something that I'd be inclined to repeat. The morning was painful, but a couple of mugs of java at lunchtime made the afternoon pretty tolerable. That said, the pace was at best a crawl, and anything faintly resembling a gradient had water streaming from my eyes.
230mi, or thereabouts, on a shitload of sweets and no sleep for the second half.
Just met with girlfriend for coffee, had trouble with sentence formation.
Christ that was fun.
The chap in the Welsh cycling pants was pretty bloody quick. 6pt, Sasmon and me weren't to shabby either.
The return journey is "a good ride to have done"; though the jury's out on whether or not I enjoyed it at the time. It's probably not something that I'd be inclined to repeat. The morning was painful, but a couple of mugs of java at lunchtime made the afternoon pretty tolerable. That said, the pace was at best a crawl, and anything faintly resembling a gradient had water streaming from my eyes.
230mi, or thereabouts, on a shitload of sweets and no sleep for the second half.
Just met with girlfriend for coffee, had trouble with sentence formation.
Little bit fucked.