• I was going to write a big turn by turn account of the ride but I'm not sure I can be arsed and even if I could I can't imagine it would be worth reading, so here's a few snippets cut and pasted from my failing and fading memory.

    Sasmon, 6pt and Friday screaming down the Lea Bridge road, seeing that I had no doubt sub 6 hrs was yours, either that or we'd find you all blown up and passed out in a field before Sudbury.

    Hopping a late appearing pothole, did shout as soon as I saw it, but too late for Braker. The noise from you hitting it dead on at speed convinced me you were a goner, very surprised your tyres survived it.

    Seeing Damo and Marco putting the hammer down early doors and thinking; "I'll get in on that for a bit". The bit turned out to last all the way to the beach. Pleasure and privilege riding with you fellas.

    A shout in the dark from wools and his mate who were having a late night roadside picnic. Moments later Furious Tiles and the Bromptoneers rolled up, must say you gents travel in style.

    The magic tea stop. Magic cos it appeared out of nowhere just after we'd had a straw poll and decided the tea was the best drink in the world ever and we'd probably sell, if not an actual grandmother, at least a reasonable close relative for a cuppa.

    Bunny rabbits. Tho we had to get a bit lost before we found them.

    Just over 15 miles to go and my whole body is screaming STOP. I beg the Damo train to pull up for a sit down and just as I'm recuperating with a handful of nuts and a fag the Dropout Express charges in over the horizon. There was much rejoicing as Irn-Bru and Prosciutto were passed around. With lifted spirits, and despite running on fumes, it was an excellent charge to the end and we hit the beach with a nice LFGSS peloton.

    Of course I cannot leave it without adding my thanks to all those involved in the van and coach setup, Velocio for arranging and co-ordinating, and TSKs amazing job of sitting in Sudbury for Six hours with only an iPad for company, save for the odd fleeting visit from little groups of whinging fixie skidders.

    An excellent if slightly insane and occasionally painful way to spend an evening.

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