Having cycled over to Pease Pottage for 09:45 and seen a few old cars and a few cyclists, though none I recognised, go by, I went south. From my vantage point at Staplefield bus shelter, I saw young Andy, making the most of his day pass, recumbently descending Handcross Hill, amidst veteran cars and police motorcycles as I watched in Staplefield at about 11:00. and a few other faces I think I recognised from FNRttC zipped past around that time.
Had a bizarre interaction with a man on an old tourer when he chastised me for a) not wearing a helmet, b) having no hi-viz on, and c) fixed fixed. "A stupid urban affection" apparently. I watched a few more cars, had my foot run over by a TR5, I prefer the TR4A with IRS myself, and saw one near miss when a 4WD braked and turned left in front of one of the vets without indicating!.
Resisting the temptation to head for Slaugham and home I twiddled my way to Ansty via Cuckfield. Outside the pub was a flange of cyclists who I took to be "you lot" but nerve failed and I didn't introduce myself. Lunch was beckoning so down the A272 to Cowfold and up the A281 to the 'sham.
What a great excuse for a bike ride though.