Went to bed at 9:45pm. Not sure how much I slept, as I kept opening my eyes to check the time (despite setting the alarm for 1:15am). Got up to turn off the alarm before it went off, looked outside, and decided I would do the online ECE. Left at 2:20, allowing plenty of time for the 38 mile trip to the start. Arrived at 5am, where it looked like I was the first one for breakfast.
Faffed about with my bike bag at 6, whilst all were setting off. Surprised to see my club mate turn up (he did a Poole 400 with 6AAA points last weekend). Setting off a few minutes after, we caught a good bunch around 7:15, until he rode on the front and missed the turn in Islip (that'll teach him to turn over his routesheet when necessary). I waited for him, so we arrived at Yarnton in the rain, and behind the others. My clubmate is fitter, and kept going ahead on the climbs. I didn't see him again beyond Stow, but exchanged a few texts. I did most of the ride on my own, some short bits chatting with others I met on the way. I stopped at the first café with bikes outside in Tewkesbury (foolishly thought I could make the RHP for a veggie breakfast before 12). Lovely (though very hot) soup, and décor. The arm and leg warmers came off. Although it wasn't far, I decided to stop at the Good News café in Newent for a pot of tea and choccy shortbread in the sun. The waitress hadn't seen another cyclist. Honked up Yat, squeezing past oncoming cars, with an Amersham club bloke who managed it seated. I worked out I was around 90 minutes behind my mate by the time I arrived in Chepstow, and couldn't even stomach eating curry and naan, like he had. I bought a Tesco sandwich meal deal, to eat the other side of the bridge (my calmest crossing yet). Ate the sandwich and crisps in bits (finished it for breakfast after I got home). Honked up the Monument climb, and tried to take pics of it on the mobile. Saw audaxers go by, so caught up with one, and we stopped to chat to the drunk who was lying on the road, trying to hold his breath. He was waiting for a lift, but not the car which turned up first. We left him, and carried on. Arrived at Membury alone, and ordered a coffee (forgetting I threw up the last one there on the Dean). Several tired looking cyclist there, discussing the A4 option. Not done that before, so I decided to. Left on my own, the only other cyclist I saw before the end was one on the A4, heading in the opposite direction (fast finisher?). Didn't enjoy the A4 (at least my wrists and legs didn't). Worn out with unevenly filled trenches in places, hard spotting the A4 signs all the time in Reading, and all the lights in Slough would turn to red just before I arrived. I hopped onto the cycle path in places, but that felt no better. I arrived at the finish by 4:30am, two hours behind my mate, and about 30 mins earlier than two years ago. It was a lovely warm welcome, even though I found the pasta sauce a bit too spicy (I am mild). had a nice chat/listen, and rest (planned on a nap, but didn't feel like it).
Left at 5:45 for the A413 bash to Aylesbury and beyond. Wish I'd left later/gone slower/suffered one of the two punctures I had on another return trip, as I thought I'd hit home around 9am (as last time) so I could stop at the McDonalds where my CTC mates would be meeting for their ride, but I passed there just after 8. Did the usual (uploaded the ECE, checked email, had a bath and fell asleep in it, twice).
Thanks to all the helpers. I will volunteer at an event at some time, if only to look at the suffering/happy/tired cyclists through fresh eyes.