Well...
I rode it.
Although I had my doubts on the way to the ferry...
I was first to Weymouth accompanied by a familiar yet anonymous Vet on a carbon Giant what weighed in at nowt to the power of 10.
After oiling Super Vets squeeky jocky wheels (a pet hate of mine)
Venerable Vet (of Worthing) and I rode ensemble until the last hill before Axminster proved too much for my healing ribs and so he pulled away.
With my ribs torturing me mightily, I lingered over unlimited tea until a suitable peleton arrived.
Ian Hennessy
(the unshaven controler) tried to fake concern over my well being but I wasn't going to let him have the satisfaction of my following his alternative route around Sector Lane.
With the pain in my corpse subsiding to a mere throb, Pinhead, Yorkie, Barry from Romsey, Scampi and I took Sector lane in full sun and a tail-ish wind.
What proved to be a grim struggle against the elements for the first 132km was now rewarded with a return that was more like a clubrun.
Dashing pace that hoovered up Mike Stoaling (51 years old going on 70, sells pensions and uses a 6 speed block with down tube levers)
But dropped Pinhead and Scampi.
Spyway hill climbed with minimal fuss from the rib department to bowl along the Roman road to Dorchester. Alton C.C just leaving as we arrived, no stopping for puddings so 3 of us pulled out as Pinhead stopped for the pudding he had been fantisising about since Axminster (in fact the pudding he wanted was off the menu which ruined his day entirely)
Its was again a mad tail wind dash for Wareham with the Tuggo sitting in behind riders with more form(and less sense) in time for unlimited tea and medals.