The usual 48/18. Rode out with the wife and some mates and managed to stick together as a group the whole way, and was joined by WhatOK for the last 20 which seemed to go on forever as the group faded after a strong first 100.
Sightings included a group of sharkpits at the Epping services who were duly DASd, coldhabour at about the sixty mile mark who I rode with for 10 or so before dropping off to find my group, numerous forum caps, plenty of ladies jerseys, Bothwell who blanky refused to whip skid on the four or five occassions I DASd her, Diki, Rameye and numerous other TNRCers and of course the upturned car.
A curious pain migrated from my knees and gradually spread up my to my thighs over the last ten, and by the time I reached the sea, where some hellish vision of a cycling Dunkirk greeted us, walking was a serious challenge as was keeping my sense of humor. A quick breaky solved that problem following which we resigned ourselves to the horror of the lorries and coaches. You'd have to be nuts to have anything but a pub bike on them - my ride was returned to me with various wounds that look nasty enough to dent ali and crack crabon.
Another victim of the evening was my rear light that was shaken lose after cracking over a rather large hole. About 200 riders managed to avoid it as it lay stricken in the road until the final rider, behind which a gap was large enough to retrieve the light awaited, duly ran the poor thing over smashing it.
At least I wasn't the victim of the plenty of crashes and clipless moments observed so all in all twas a good laugh. 135 miles on the clock including ride out and return journey from Southwark.
The usual 48/18. Rode out with the wife and some mates and managed to stick together as a group the whole way, and was joined by WhatOK for the last 20 which seemed to go on forever as the group faded after a strong first 100.
Sightings included a group of sharkpits at the Epping services who were duly DASd, coldhabour at about the sixty mile mark who I rode with for 10 or so before dropping off to find my group, numerous forum caps, plenty of ladies jerseys, Bothwell who blanky refused to whip skid on the four or five occassions I DASd her, Diki, Rameye and numerous other TNRCers and of course the upturned car.
A curious pain migrated from my knees and gradually spread up my to my thighs over the last ten, and by the time I reached the sea, where some hellish vision of a cycling Dunkirk greeted us, walking was a serious challenge as was keeping my sense of humor. A quick breaky solved that problem following which we resigned ourselves to the horror of the lorries and coaches. You'd have to be nuts to have anything but a pub bike on them - my ride was returned to me with various wounds that look nasty enough to dent ali and crack crabon.
Another victim of the evening was my rear light that was shaken lose after cracking over a rather large hole. About 200 riders managed to avoid it as it lay stricken in the road until the final rider, behind which a gap was large enough to retrieve the light awaited, duly ran the poor thing over smashing it.
At least I wasn't the victim of the plenty of crashes and clipless moments observed so all in all twas a good laugh. 135 miles on the clock including ride out and return journey from Southwark.