I did not enjoy the last 20 miles. Partly the endless wind and drizzle, partly the fact that I thought the route was 123 miles long, partly the ligaments around my knees screaming but mostly the fact that I'd been holding a shit in since about the half-way mark and was in danger of spraying everyone behind me with excrement every time I got out of the saddle.
Never been so pleased to see the giant pile of toilet rolls in the beach toilets!
That aside, I enjoyed myself in a mixed group of fixed/gears that attempted to stay together and cruise at a leisurely pace but ended up sprinting 10-15 miles then stopping. Either at the top of a hill for the gears or at the bottom for the fixed... Not the most ideal of strategies!
Didn't have my cap on but spoke to a few forumengers at the end waiting for bus E and enjoying the comedy lettering routine - Howard, a girl with dark hair and a tall skinny chap.
Worst bit: The last 10 miles where I was cold and wet, trying not to shit myself and expecting another 10 miles afterwards.
Best bits: The people standing along the route and variously chatting to/cheering us and feeling as though they'd closed the (wonderfully smooth) roads for us as we swept along in the dark.
I did not enjoy the last 20 miles. Partly the endless wind and drizzle, partly the fact that I thought the route was 123 miles long, partly the ligaments around my knees screaming but mostly the fact that I'd been holding a shit in since about the half-way mark and was in danger of spraying everyone behind me with excrement every time I got out of the saddle.
Never been so pleased to see the giant pile of toilet rolls in the beach toilets!
That aside, I enjoyed myself in a mixed group of fixed/gears that attempted to stay together and cruise at a leisurely pace but ended up sprinting 10-15 miles then stopping. Either at the top of a hill for the gears or at the bottom for the fixed... Not the most ideal of strategies!
Didn't have my cap on but spoke to a few forumengers at the end waiting for bus E and enjoying the comedy lettering routine - Howard, a girl with dark hair and a tall skinny chap.
Worst bit: The last 10 miles where I was cold and wet, trying not to shit myself and expecting another 10 miles afterwards.
Best bits: The people standing along the route and variously chatting to/cheering us and feeling as though they'd closed the (wonderfully smooth) roads for us as we swept along in the dark.