I had a front wheel blow-out, caused mainly by rim failure though, on the descent of the Devil's Elbow once. On the steeper side between the two bends. I was going cautiously enough, though, that I was able to come to a halt, upright, without overshooting the bend too much.
I think I saw pretty much the whole field for the 210km version between the turn off to Llanddeusant and the turn into Ystradgynlais. It was fairly obvious that the ones nearer the front were serious because they were racing. The nearer the back the more frequent the hellos, nods, waves and even 'lovely day's; the less there was of crossing the white line to overtake; and the more there was of groups of friends riding and chatting together and enjoying the day and the scenery. To be expected, I suppose. And it's all bums on saddles, isn't it.
One surprise was the number of Radioshack jerseys.