Another full moon, the prospect of another spectacle.
MacBludgeon arrived at home and reminded me to get changed into something more peloton friendly than my Tesco jeans and Primark T.
We arrived at HPC with Davywalnuts and redjedi in our four. Immediately Davy was accosted by a group of toilet attendants on their night out and there was an instant bond - one asking to "feel his helmet". Ever the gent, Davy obliged.
And off.
I was prepared to be a TEC on this ride, and I did wonder about toting a pair of pliers - in case there was something like a loose mudguard stay etc, but no. I was to be in TimH and Alex's team...sorry if I don't remember getting through the formalities Alex - did chat with Tim though at various times and I am consequently familiar with the teddy bears and the balcony. Plenty of action too! A puncture, a split tyre, a lady with a new racing cycle on her maiden ride who, having glanced up at me, promptly fell off her bike in shock. A broken chain. Everything was dealt with. Add to that a crank falling off,(I mean a proper crank - not another voyager) other punctures and 'unfixed' gear bike necessitating a taxi, a nasty incident with a can of beer and the cold...it was an eventful night.
Frustrations that befall the cyclist are sometimes dispiriting - not on a FNRttC - where a problem is shared and diluted among very smart operators. I hope people who go on these rides learn good practice as well as have a night out. Anyway, at the last tech. stop before the break, my fingertips were so cold I could only admire the forethought of much older, experienced riders like richp, who had undergloves...Ah! - us youngsters have much to learn.
Gordon 'Tony' Ramsay, with his helpers dishing out the victuals from the
FNRttC-Word kitchen were a welcome sight. Thank you Tony. Apparently the soup was good but I opted for a second tea instead, to accompany the Mrs TimH rock cake. I just loved the atmosphere and finally regained a sense of touch. Then we were off again.
We regroup at several points during the ride; at this one Radius is updating his 'blog'...
...whilst waiting here - I think this pub is called 'The Red Lion'
He had to keep his family informed otherwise his pocket money would be stopped.
Regrouping is an important, sometimes chilly part of the action.
So onwards toward the Sussex dawn and Ditchling's beckoning Beacon. More good nature and spirit as the riders battled upwards, some being wobbled by Will as he returned to the base for his second ascent.
gratuitous Will photo - he's desperate for the pub. (licity)
...third time up. Slowcoach.
That man again - with three ascents under his belt.
Then off again - the peloton in hot pursuit of munchies and Will descending Ditchling for a swift treble. From this forum Sitting Duck, redjedi, StuAff, MacBludgeon, Radius, Davywalnuts, Will1985 and User3143 - all conquering the slope for the first (2nd / 3rd time Will) time! Well done all who sailed up it, from wherever you came.
Just one more puncture for Tim to fix. The last few metres for a fatigued damsel on her new bike, the odd surly trucker and we were in Madiera Drive, the Café awash with the unwashed of FNRttC.
Manna from Madeira!
After sustenance, the Northern posse discuss the Southern phenomenon of 'throwing shapes'...under the watchful eye of Tynan. (A caption competition beckons...)
And the return continues, with Radius aghast that he is cycling back with a genie on a trike. A genie that has climbed the Beacon!
We were heading back along the Coast to Littlehampton (well it was a bit chilly) and up to Farnborough - via nesting peregrines in a chimney, Arundel, the biggest Mother of a hill and all the little things along the way. All in warm welcoming weather. Great! Thanks all.