Just got back from Birmingham from a weekend in Kent. As fixedwheelnut said, a real hot day on Saturday, maybe too much so for me as I think I drank about 10 liters and could not avoid the dreaded saddle sore. The night started with so much promise, warm, still and I was going really well and was planning on ridding the whole 600, but then storms hit from no where at 11.45pm. It absolutely pissed it down for 2 hours!! Never ridden in anything like it. Made it back to the scout hut at around 2pm, decided to head of to my parents for a proper bed and see how I felt about the final 200 in the morning. Seems I was tired, I woke at 8am, uninspired by the 200 round Kent. I had enjoyed the day before and decided that spending the day with my sister and young niece was a better use of my time so text Steve to say I would not be finishing.
The first 400km was a lot harder than I thought it would be, there are no really big hills, but it's rarely flat and some of the road surfaces where terrible, a mixture of winter holes or very course chip-stone surfaces, have combined to leave me with some mild nerve damage, it feels like someone is sticking pins in to my palms
My favorite section had to be the undulating section from Petersfield to Pyecombe along the North side of the South Downs.
I'm a bit disappointed that I did not finish the 600 but it's really not the end of the world as this is all meant to be enjoyable and I'd had a good time on Saturday, cheers Steve.
