There might be words tomorrow
Only a few days out..................
I think that this was the FNRttC that I enjoyed the most.
After a crappy couple of weeks (when I hadn't ridden the bike at all) it was great to be involved in something with the spirit of FNRttC.
My evening got off to a good start with a visit to Crinkly Lion's Den of Plenty for macaroni cheese and coffee.
I also got to meet or catch up again with quite a selection of yACFers and if I'd had a pound for every time someone said to me "We've met before haven't we ?", I'd have made £4.
I was TECing for the 1st half of the ride, part of a select but not so small group hand-picked by Simon. Well I prefer to think that it was select.
I'd like to thank everyone for maintaining their bikes so well that there were no punctures or mechanicals before the half-way stop.
The only downside was that cruising along on the flat roads made my arse a little sore.
Like last year, the half-way stop came at just the right time and the food on offer was exactly what I wanted. It was also great to hear that the pub was still going and was attracting more visitors; a Harley club was camping there on the Saturday night.
It was a short stop
and afterwards I did a bit of way-marking. Which was nice. Catching up the group again give me a chance to stretch my legs and to take the pressure off, IYKWIM.
It started to rain slightly at one re-grouping stop but strangely, it only seemed to be coming down on me. Julian did comment that I seemed to have my own private rain cloud...........
Strange what the night can do; I knew it was a Class 66 locomotive* pulling the train coming towards us before it came into sight. I realised then that I should get some new hobbies.
Passing over the Humber Bridge on the eastern side seemed more satisfying than last year's western approach and then, suddenly, we were eating breakfast. Almost as quickly, we were washing it down with beer.
And then, sadly, it was time to go.
As ever, a big thanks to Simon for organising something that's so extraordinary, to Kat for the welcome and the refreshments, Jogler for guiding me there (eventually
) and to everyone else for making it a lovely night out.
See you in Morecambe ?
*OK, could have been a Class 67 but unlikely in that area.
ETA: And much respect to Martin and Louise on their efforts riding back to London.