What a lovely ride. Arrived to Damon pass comment on my appearance. I can never be sure if he's flirting. He feigned not to be impressed with the "I'm not anti-social, I'm pro- solitude" socks. I think they are lovely.
Started very quickly, with a gang of four led by Simon on a tricked out C'Dale Synapse running Red22 and deep Zipps. I managed to hold on until the second of the big Greenhow hills when Simon and the chap on a Boardman sprinted to get a tow off a lad coming up from Parceval Hall. I was on my "heavy" Domane with guards. Everyone else was on their quick bike up front, and I just didn't have a sprint in me.
Overriding experience of the day for me was enjoying the hills and hating the cold. I stopped at all of Andy's suggested food stops just trying to stay warm. Felt like I spent the day in a sea fret. High point for me was the Rosedale chimney decent on the Domane. It feels low and slack, and the hydraulic discs are immense. It lets you take massive liberties, then haul it all back in with one finger braking.
I loved it still, despite the Nick Berry stuff passing me by. It wasn't until 199km I realised the name referred to the police show, and not elevated heart rate from climbing. It's a very fair route - spent the day climbing, then a flattish night ride back to base. Was done by about 2.30. Andy popped the kettle on and I drank umpteen coffees before deciding I felt really alert and ready to drive home. I drove for about ten minutes before deciding I want alert enough, and pulled over, got in to my sleeping bag and had a lovely couple of hours before waking up to a glorious sun rise.
Got home to find the postie had delivered some class A sockdoping gear.