Thanks to John, Linda and all of the other helpers that made my mini MC1K a wonderful event. Gut wrenchingly I had a fall on the decent from Migneint. Thanks to the riders that stopped to see if I was OK, and the terrified car driver that I just missed on the decent who offered to take me to hospital,(no chance I was an MC1Ker). It all started to go wrong about 5 mins later when I turned left on the A470 instead of right. An easy mistake when you feel like you've just tstepped out of a cement mixer.
The next 250km a bit of a blur. I rode with some terrific guys who really helped me along. In particular the chap that helped me along the last 50km, which we managed to turn into 65km with a detour, and arrived at LLanwrytd at 03.35. Unfortunately I can't remember any ones name, I suspect that I was concused.
Some food and an hours kip and I felt strong again. I attempted day two but couldn't get up the slope out of the village without feeling a searing pain in my right knee everytime I put any power into the pedal.
With a tremendous feeling of loss I decided to call it a day. The last two days have proved this to be the correct decision. I'm down to one working limb, my laft arm, so this text has taken forever to write. My right knee will not bend an inch. Due to the fact that I rode the last 250km of day only applying power from my left leg, that feels like it's been beaten with a mace for a couple of days, and I can't move my rioght arm as my shoulder is woefully bruised and swollen from the crash.
All in all, a fantastic weekend. Count me in next time John. I've got slay this Dragon if it kills me.