just back in.
wrecked.
very.
when tokamak and I parted company (and he was wisely pushing his bike!), we'd both collapsed several times and picked ourselves up again. In the end it was only forward momentum that got me home, I think. 24.5 miles (so the London cycle challenge site gets 25 since it only takes whole numbers of miles) at 12.5 mph in total. Approximately 98 pints were drunk my me and, about 97 by ToKaMaK. At least that's the nearest I've got so far towards recollection. EDIT: Oh, and I caught him napping and won the sprint to the Rose and Crown pub sign
That has to be the drunkest I've been for ages. What a fantastic night.
But, lest it's forgotten, let me just quote the immortal words of boab for a moment: "Yeah, go for it - whatever you can give.... Actually, no, just a splash"