I thought I'd get round to adding my ½p's worth. For me, Whitstable works as a destination as not only do you get some lovely rolling Kent countryside, and exotic things such as hops growing in the fields, but the sheer expanse of sea, with views of distant Southend giving a real sense of the distance travelled. As mentioned above, it's been on the calendar for a long time, so it's a tradition, as is Dave J's usual pre-ride snack:-
Riding along at the back was enriched by hearing Susie's laugh at regular intervals - she always seemed to be smiling, despite having to do the all-up shouting.
Heading out of London, it really struck me how quiet the roads were, and how the towns we went through just didn't seem to have any activity. Certainly at the back we didn't get any hassle from motorists. Going along Jamaica Road, and further along, there was a lot dodgy cigarettes being smoked by the locals, but I tried not to inhale. A trio of girls in a car did a little singalong of Queen's "I want to ride my bike", and a bit further on, I was very impressed to hear shouts of "Go on, Rasmussen" (although he took EPO, rather than smoking cannabis). In the last year, I've head a few calls about Wiggins and Cavendish but Rasmussen is a first. In Gravesend, a car slowed up and the (sober) front passenger asked me what was going on, and was very impressed and provided more encouragement. And that seemed to be the motto for the ride.
After going through the strangely empty town centre in Gravesend, it was really nice to go back over the canal path which I've done at night and day. I couldn't understand why people had issues with the Sustrans gates though - just stay on the bike and aim for the middle!
Heading out the other side, I heard mutterings from Susie and Adrian threatening a "new broom" order of leaving any mechanical stragglers to die by the roadside. Thankfully, these were empty threats, allowing Tim H to do sterling work to the most serious issue, when Alice's chain decided to separate shortly before we got into Rochester. Proof that Tim is also a magician as he got to do some magic linking spare bits of chain together in a fashion that John Noakes of Blue Peter fame would have been proud of.
In fact, other than doing some light shining, digging out some CO
2 and a chain tool, I don't have much to do at the back. Which was nice, so I could just ride along and take photos. And it was made all the better by the lovely surprise of the birthday singalong in Rochester (and being bought birthday drinks in Whitstable).
It always amazes me how DZ persuades people to turn out at silly o'clock in the morning to feed 80 odd (or not so odd) people, but it's certainly a wonderful thing.
Heading off again into daylight, DZ could have wasted some time by taking via the tank museum at Brompton as shown on his original route, but we got to go along the A289 which at any other time is heaving with traffic, but at 5 am is gloriously quiet.
After Upchurch, there was a little diversion from the traditional route, which involved a hill which certainly made some people slow up, although there was a lovely view.
On the final run in to Whitstable, I was pacing someone in, so I was getting a little cold, so was pleased to finally get my breakfast:-
And then the sun came out
and then day ended well.
Cheers everyone for a wonderful night/day.
All of the photos are shown
here.