How well prepared you all were. got to London Fields at 8.30 without any dinner, my pre booked train ticket, no longs, no spare pair of shorts for the supposed return leg and no waterprrofs of any descriptions
My desire for a beer was met with a polite but firm 'we had one, we've been waiting for you' oh well
an awful lot of bikes and riders, shags
off we went, loads of bikes wriggling through heavy traffic, the first flat was to an unfortunate all of 50 yards from the start, tubs I'm told
barely into Epping and I paid more attention to talking to Will than riding the bike, a coming together and staying togeher saw me and bike sprawling in the road, thankfully Will's posh bike sayed up, two sound chaps behind us picked my bike smartly from it positio lying in the opposite lane.
A quick check found a tad of roadrash to the right forearm and nothing else other than a bit sore to right collarbone, the bike was A1 other than the come off chain, even the mudguards were as they should be, no so much as a scuff yet found, yay, the much admired, ridicule and insulted new Assos shorts were seemingly unblemished, phew
erm, Will set off as he continued for the whole night, at a brisk (for me) pace that I could keep up with almost comfortably, plus he knew the route very well, lovely
hooge crowds and queues at the halfway stop, swamped, food was starting to run out as we left after a long wait in the queue, a tad chily but the shorts, base top and ss top I'd put on at the first stop saw me comfortably through the night, balmy it was, with a gentle but helpful tailwind.
The last 30 miles seemed to drag and a rear you knowwhat from a flint delayed us and slightly rattled me, Will shot off into the distance for the last few miles when it was clear that even an idiot like me would find his way, a welcome call from CC posse HQ that the first two riders were somehow there ahead of us, had laid out the table and chairs and were enjoying Stella1 at 6am, the rider with me at the time found that rather revolting, it sounded very good to me and spurred my cadence to leave him disgusted and eating dust
Arrived, hooge queue for the cafe that remained for hours, the cheeky campervan plus cheeky chaps was a welcome sight, a soothing cup of tea and can of stella was proffered and accepted and enjoyed to a backdrop of the hooge queue, soon to experince a prolonged shower.
Les autres rolled in soon after and the most excellent Stevevw got busy on a small stove doing bacon and egg butties for all, he let me have a go too, I added mushrooms to the menu and even some tomatoes for a second round of baps
pudding of tasty flapjacks and stella, I had four (stellas), yum
Will's dad arrived to share the load of taking us all plus Radius, on leave from being superior with the fixed types to our various destinations, brilliant
All thoughts of riding home were dropped, even the heavyweights showed no interest, the rather weary looking Aperitif reported 20 minutes sleep between FNRttC and back and setting off for the Dun RUn, lunacy
A bit of a crush of bikes anxious to get into the London train's Guard's carriage was resolved just about, he had room for hundreds, but it was making the train late, signal failures at Shenfield made that academic as we were routed in through some crazy lines via Forest Gate, Seven Kings and the like
Home, thank gawd, I pushed the bike from the station to the house, that weary
Me and Will averaged 17.2 mph he tells me, cor, but still beaten to the finish by the lead pair with an average of 15.something, how does that work, Will was incredulous
Anyhow, good night, good peoples, special mention to Stevevw for proving van, makings and a lift, excellent man, the idea of the hooge queue and then riding to Ipswich didn't appeal to anyone I suspect
There was a general feeling that the van shold be provided for all CC rides and Will insisted it be tricked out in CC livery
Right, washing, bathing and eating, I smell