Well that was quite a day.
Lots of YACFers at the start, in fact more than I have seen in a long time.
Best dressed prize goes to Iddu for his most interesting and colourful socks
The weather was interesting, there weren't any toads this year, well perhaps just the one sitting watching from the side lines. The wind was not our best friend, thoughts of just doing the 100k entered my mind but were soon forgotten after yet another round of apple pie and custard.
Neither Arabella or I had tackled a 200 since November and in my case it felt like November 2 years ago.
We formed a nice little grupetto, myself, Arabella, Andrij and Dave. We also rode briefly with Roger and Janet minus John. Andrij left the bosom of the group in favour of riding with the fast guys and girls but we all know it was the sight of the pink bootees that lured him into a false sense of security. We were to meet again at the lunch stop.
Sadly the cafe at Stisted only had fruit filled cake, I don't do dried fruit in any shape and had to settle for yet more toast, not the best food for a Pixie on a windy day. Next time I will take my own, if there is a next time.
When the going got tough, Arabella and I were motivated by the sight of Dave's thighs, a girl has to have something to chase and this worked for us. Sadly they weren't visible in the dark so that is something that we will have to work on for the future.
OK, how many times can a person visit Rickling Green, it isn't as if there is anything worse visiting there, best to just ride like fury and get out the other side.
That reminds me, I didn't get swallowed up by the Henham Triangle this year, just as well as ChrisS wasn't there to rescue me.
We did play silly games, 'eye spy' kept us amused for well over an hour and no we never did see Roger again until the finish so what was that last 'R' all about? We also played some other games but perhaps they are best left to the iimagination. A few bad words were had later on when both Dave and I began to suffer the effects of two many bumps and holes.
I had thought of calling a taxi, probably around the fifth time we went through Rickling Green. The crew kept me going and offered words of wisdom, at least I think that's what they were.
Jelly beans were consumed and after that I became a very silly Pixie and was found to wave to anyone and everyone, complete with smile and a wink.
I am sure I have more to write but right now I need to eat my breakfast and consider my future in the saddle. I don't think I will be sitting down for some time to come.
Thanks to the organisers and for the great company.
On the plus side, I can descend much faster and being unable to sit now means I have done the washing, had my second salt bath, made breakfast and unloaded the car.
Sadly we said goodbye to Ben at the Stisted cafe due to a rather nasty looking down tube failure/crack.
I apologise to everyone for the sight of me wandering around in a sheet at the Arrivee.
Thanks to the kind gentleman at the lunch stop, who after 47km of his 100km decided to call it a day. We were offered his bananas and didn't waste time in snapping them up, there was one for both Arabella and myself and a third for emergency 'between the cheeks' therapeutic application, instead it went to Andrij.