What happened next?

Ah my friends, it seems so long since we last had discourse, and after the excitement of the C2C itself, you may (especially those with Marshmallow appendages) be missing your fix.

Let me remedy this for you, as on a bright Sunny afternoon we gathered as is our want outside Christ church, for once almost all were unhindered by the traffic. Captain C turned up on a rather springy shiny deep custard coloured steed, and we were joined by DK Brady on a steed brashly branding itself "Dirty" the fact it was rather a distinct Red in colour added to his image yet more. DKB was in fine fashion deputising for GB who whilst on annual leave had decided that life was too short not to work for a living and as such had made his excuses.

Having exchanged pleasantries under a broiling sun we spread ourselves with gay abandon across the road and as usual headed uphill to the crossroads, ambling pleasantly onwards we meandered to a quick fun descent as a pack. DKB testing his theories on numbness as he rode.

Climbing onwards we headed towards our favourite staples of Victoria, and Flight Hill where as we gracefully headed towards Lances favourite 5 bar gate, Shortlegs decided enough was enough and a dramatic barking braking maneovre to announce a Puncture was required.

Those magic thumbs once more applied themselves and we shot through the forestry ( testing the control of a myriad of dog walkers with breeds from bull terrier to small unknown yappy things) as we flew through Hades and up t'other side.

All was well, a pleasant ride was well in force and the fun of the run to Brownhill was upon us. Now Then Vicar announced he had never come this way before, always having undertaken it the other way, and that he had never beaten it yet, to which Mr Motivator kept morale high by announcing he didn't really much like it either way.

Captain C now relished the sport and shot off with his new plaything, with Tim2 in hot pursuit, following at a seasonable pace, in little time at all I was to come upon the crew, merrilly replacing another innertube, this time on Captains whitewall tyres. To add to the moment, he then noted a rather irksome tear in the wall of said tyre, all sorts of aids later, we continued and by the time we reached the road, same tyre was in yet more distress.

The random passing of time mean't that in order for the barbecue at Now Thens to be met, a route home via main road was the only option and the group split into those sorts of breakways that the peleton never normally reels in.

Tim 2 calibrated the puncturefest at 24.85km distance, 552.34 ascention, max elevation of 406.61, max speed of 29.52kmph, average moving speed of 12.91kmph.

The following barbecue included for those of more discerning tastes, movies of puncture repair action, hitting cricket bats with rather fine mallets, oilings , the secret of the pseudonym "Racing Snake" and good food, beer and company.

You never know we may even do it again another day!

Till then

Racing