I think this is what they call a curate's egg. We did have 12 punctures - seven shared between three riders, and two of them caused by nails...
but Teef, the PunCtureMeister was immense. Whipping tyres off and replacing them with such speed and precision that I'm having to fight off transfer requests from McLaren. So, all in all, given the TEC catch-up routine, the punctures cost us about half an hour.
We did travel a little slower than I'd anticipated, but this wasn't a problem - and, given that we were on wet roads but saw no rain until the tail end was ten minutes from the Waterfront, it might be that our relaxed pace steered us between or behind the showers. And it was spookily warm. More May than late October.
You'll have to see the pictures of Aralsopp's extraordinary halloween recumbent - an extraordinary concoction - but congratulations to him and to the youngest person ever to complete a Friday Night Ride to the Coast, Eleanor aged 14.
This wasn't the toughest ride of the year, and it wasn't the smoothest, but we wandered along, chatting, enjoying each other's company and the night. Great stuff.