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Veteran
- Location
- Some imaginary Flanders
Anyway, a brilliant ride. Really, really good. The pace was a bit sharp, as some were stuck to a timetable. Unfortunately this meant Mrs. Hall had to bail, as her knees exploded. One day she'll complete a ride.
Random bits that have stuck in my memory:
Martin235's gentle TECing as we ground up Portnall's Lane. Watchful and unobtrusive.
Hitting <mumble> miles per hour down Reigate Hill. Bloody speed camera must be U/S. I'll be ringing my friend at the council on Monday to complain.
The more personal nature of the ride.
Titus barelling his way to the front to chat with the boys in blue when we were stopped on the A23. "Excuse me while I whip this out" as he produced his warrant card. (My recollection of his words might not be 100% accurate).
The size of Wanda's saddlebag. Blimey. Enough for a week long tour.
The cycling policemamn at Gatwick.
An earworm in the shape of "Help me Wanda".
Getting to Turner's Hill, having dropped Mrs. Hall at home mere minutes after his Leggness got there.
The peachy smoothness of some of the East Sussex lanes.
Simon not noticing the bandages.
The breakfast.
Olaf losing his toast.
The beer.
The company.
Pics
That first picture of the top of Turners hill is a thing of beauty Tim, the pool of light under the street lamp just looks great, reminds me of a artistic photographer whose name I have completely forgotten.