Hummers dear boy, lovely to have ridden with you.
I thought about binning it as we swept hrough Crawley. Turn left instead of right and I'd be tucked up in my scratcher. Except I didn't have a key. I did get asked by one of the Heselteenies (wearing the brightest pink shorts) if my house also featured a spare bed, hot shower and warm towels.
I did go through a short phase of planning alternative accommodation for the Northern Belles but wondered how Mrs. Hall would react if I turned up with four bedraggled beauties at stupid o'clock.
But, yes, overall, great fun. Mind you as I tried to follow Simon up P
ortnoy's ComplaintPortnall's Lane with lungs exploding, head spinning and calves complaining it wasn't so enjoyable.
VAR tyre levers rock. Thrice I whipped mine out, once after Simon asked did I have tool like Wowbagger, once when I asked Pippa how hard she liked it (cue sniggering from Jurek) and once only minutes after we'd set off from the Cabin Cafe.
And another thing: Quick release skewers - you don't have to remove them. One count of lost spring (washed away in a torrent) and one count of searching for the knob suggests this is a practice to be avoided.
And Pippa. "Alchoholic Chocolate" she said. Mmmm. Food groups, innit. We
carefully looked after scoffed the parcel you bequeathed on your departure. Mmmm.
The biggest applause goes to Katarzyna. A steady pace, spun gold hair, a winning smile. Until last night her longest ride was 7 miles, or so I understood. Right in at the deep end I think.
Note the trail of smut and innuendo visible in the left of the frame.
The rest (not many of them) are
here