I rode on Friday, as I was stamping cards at The Lion on Saturday, on Dean's
equally even more barmy 100.
I made a bit of a meal of it, to be honest. Dave A did a great job of towing me out to Markington, even after I scared the b'Jesus out of him by appearing in his driveway when he least expected it.
I was even slower climbing than usual, which meant Dave soon disappeared into the distance. We rejoined at Ilkley for Gregg's Breakfast, but he soon dropped me on the Bolton Abbey road, and that was the last I saw of him all day.
What an absolute cracker of a route. You've got a knack for this, haven't you Deano? Nearly all new roads for me, and I loved 'em.
Peak moment of the ride? Cresting the climb out of Littondale, and thinking "Holy f*ck - that's Pen-y-ghent, right there in front of me."
The spring went from my bungee after Staindrop, and I limped back to the start at a rather embarrassing 20kph, having to frequently stop for slumped-over-the-bars moments, and even a quick nap in the bus shelter in Scorton, less than 20km from the end.
Run it again next year, Dean - pleeeeeeeeeeze?