If I had time to sit down a ride report, even at this stage, I'm sure I could bore the pants off everyone with a fairly detailed account of who I rode with on various stages, what happened in some semblance of order, etc, etc. Looking at the photos I took really helped gell most of those memories, but some I can just pluck out of the grey matter for no apparent reason, like feeling great and riding extremely well for several hours on the penultimate hilly afternoon, enjoying the sun and support offered by locals. Most of it was not particularly memorable, of course, and the more riding I do the less memorable any particular ride gets, I suppose.For example, yesterday morning's club run to Box Hill with Kingston Wheelers was just routine, apart from me riding my steel framed retro bike , with toe-clips, in preparation for L'Eroica this weekend.....
i read a book once which suggested that when we take part in activities and events outside our normal experience, then time is stretched and we remember more. So if we go on a one-off safari to Kenya we remember more than if we ride our 5th PBP, for example.