Ride London Surrey 104.72 miles yesterday, inc the ride from the hotel. My longest ride this year, the only 100 mile so far.
Completely brilliant day out riding the closed roads of London and Surrey, fantastic weather, great organisation and fantastic support from the marshals and the crowds. It was shame that parts got held up by accidents, and there were a few nobbers about, but that notwithstanding it is a great fun ride and and all of the riders that I met were great, really good spirited.
Highlights on the day for me was the weather, it was just right, the bag drop off and collection was very well organised, the two young women who having a lovely ride but admitted that they only got their new bikes on Wednesday, the bloke on the bike shaped object who was going great guns, the fella on the Brompton that scalped everyone on Box Hill, and the two chaps raising money for cancer research riding two Dawes Kingpins dressed as "Ladieeeees". Oh and the Medal, what a lovely piece of metal, I'm well chuffed with it.
Riding through Kingston, Walton, Weybridge ,Dorking, Leatherhead the support from the crowds was just fabulous, folks having picnics, BBQs, playing music, the fella (a marshal) , shouting us up the hill on Coombe Lane, Kingston, I saw one couple on the central reservation on the A24 in Dorking at a cloth covered table drinking Pink Champagne , the ride up Wimbledon Hill was just brilliant with the crowds cheering everyone on, and kids holding out their hands for high fives. Brilliant!
My favourite bit of the ride is coming down the hill from the Tibbets Corner Roundabout into Putney, completely FAB, but to an indifferent crowd, oh well you can't win them all. Then coming into Whitehall and The Mall, the crowds there where phenomenal.
Could it be better? Of course it could, the road surfaces could be better in many places, it would be nice if people didn't have accidents, it be great if a very few people could stop being unpleasant and selfish. But it's still a brilliant day and long may it continue.
In the Pen towards the start.
Nearly at the start.
The Tower of London next to a pointy thing.
The wait at Pyford.
Tea and Chips at the Leatherhead hub, I was Hank Marvin and craving salt.
I stopped at the hill in Coombe Lane, Kingston for a sausage roll, hundreds of riders passed me, yet it was so quiet, just the sound of tyres on the road and the occasional gear change.
The medal.
The Route.