Okay, so after Zev carrying the baton to the vet and back (no photos of the handovers due to lack of opposable thumbs):
I finally got a workable plan to pass it on...
One does not simply ride into Mordor!
First stop was up the hill from my house, to make the obvious comparison with Old Joe:
This one's small...
...and this one's far away.
That done, I bravely rode to Mordor to meet gerwinium. This involved a lot of standing around inhaling noxious fumes, while he attempted to escape from the bowels of Mt Doom:
Eventually he surfaced, and we decided to do a handover there, as Mordor Central is one of Birmingham's most important, and aesthetically pleasing, landmarks:
We then rode at best speed away from all the concrete, which eventually found us in Kegworth, Leicestershire. Paths lead north, south east and west. There was a rower40 there.
We went east, in search of a suitable landmark in front of which to do a handover...
What that photo doesn't show is the enormous dungheap we bravely stood and faffed about with cameras next to in order to bring you the above image:
So we didn't hang about.
(Ride report to be continued in the Bridges for CrinklyLion thread)
I must apologise for failing to get it moving sooner. In the absence of a sensible plan with PB, I was totally up for taking it all the way to Milton Keynes in the hope that it could make its way onto the French Ride. All I can say is that I got distracted by a kitten in need of rescue, and then did something horrific to my knees on the Exmouth Exodus that b0rked them for the following few days.