Well I finally get a chance to write something, and although it was a hard slog I think I quite enjoyed the ride (although other parts of me didn't ,must go and make some adjustments to the saddle in a minute

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Set off at 4.45 on Saturday to mee SittingDuck at Chelsea bridge. Not remembering to account for mid afternoon traffic meant I arrive a little late. Onwards we went until I spotted that SD's water bottles were no where to be seen, led to improptued stop at a bike shop (just 5 mins before they closed).
Fully bottled up, we made our way to Liverpool street to meet Will1985, 4F and SteveVW before going to the start at London fields.
This was when we hade our first Garmin-moment, or rather lack of. 5 cylists, 3 with state of the art GPS systems and yet still we had trouble negotiating the few miles to the park. Will finally worked it out from memory and a little help from his computerised friend.
London fields was already packed with bikes and riders of all shapes and sizes as far as the eye could see. So we claimed our spot near the pub and the start and waited for the others to join us.
Beer was consumed, SD's water bottles were filled with various liquids, and route directions were purchased (4f an myself not entirelly filled with confidence by the Garmin action so far

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Aperitif was the first to arrive, surprising bright for someone who had already done 100+ the night before
Tynan was the last to arrive, and was dissapointed to hear that we had already taken liquid refreshment and were ready for the off, and off we did.
Getting out of London was as bad as it could have been. Our group was split by traffic and lights but there were plenty of other cyclist around to keep us company. Apertif and myself followed a lady on a unicycle (a FNRttC'er, I forget name) for a few miles before steaming onwards to catch up the others.
4F, SD and SteveVW had stopped in a layby for us. No sign of Will or Tynan (who, we later found out had stopped 20m earlier in the garage), so on we went.
From here my mind goes a bit hazy. A pace was set of approx 20mph which was gamely matched by myself and SD for a few hours, but eventually we had to slow down for fear of not making the halfway stop, let alone the finish. An un-scheduled stop allowed for SD to fix his water supply and I re-filled water bottles in a "local" pub. Gawped at as I wondered in, a cheery bar lady filled our bottles and called us all mad
Another re-group saw us re-joined by Will and Tynan.
The relentless pace was continued, and stupidly I tried to keep up, using Steve's glow-in-the-dark shoes as a marker. I didn't last long and slowed to let the others catch up. They soon did only to find Steve was with them. Who had I been following???
The last 20 miles leading upto the half way re-fuel were very tough for me. Stuck in no-mans land between the whippets, hunting a good spot in the food queue, and Aperitif keeping Sittingduck company, I found myself dwindling. My legs were on auto-pilot and a decent pace but I found myself struggling to stay awake, The purrrr of my new campag wheel and the burn of my new, and in-appropietly setup saddle, were the only things keeping me awake

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Halfway point reached, queue very uninviting, pavement suddenly looked very comfy, and 20 winks were taken. Aperitif finally showed signs of being human

and also fell asleep by the side of the road.
The second half was just Aperitif, SittingDuck and myself. The other 4 had ploughed on past us and were looking for bacon rolls, beer and a beach.
We continued at a much more civilised pace, stopping after 25 miles for a rest, food and to give directions at a very misleading junction next to a very attractive pink thatched cottage.
Energy gel was consumed for the first and last time
The second half of the Run was much more pleasent. The red sunrise energising us all,......until the rain came
The youthful legs, and new company of Radius also helped to eat up the final miles. Stopping briefly to recognise the new member of the CC Centurians - SittingDuck
We then took a bit of a detour. Sittingduck's Garmin taking us in one direction*, but screams of "no" were taking us in a different direction. These "very helpful" ridiers were no were to be seen when a turn was obviously called for, and the remaining route was ridden by just the 4 of us (someone else had taken our lead).
*SD's route would have worked out just fine and put us back on the planned route with only a slight variance, this detour was in no way a computerised failure
A brief stint on the A12 finally let us see signs to Dunwich and sighs of relief were heard for miles around.
Another sign of "Dunwich 2.5m" had obviously been moved in-land by about 3 miles

and although it was the final run "down" to the coast, there were a surprising number of ups to get there.
Radius and myself could smell the sea air, the CC Cafe and anticipating the next hill to be the last hill (at least 6 times) we pushed on and opened a small gap to SD and 'teef.
The sight of a white VW camper and 4 men in lycra waving, had never been so welcome.
Bacon butties and beer at 7.40am, what a nice way to
start end a day.