Worst day of my life, in the words of Liam Black.

Bright and early start feeling fresh, ready to roll. Get the first 10 miles chewed up, smashing it buzzing. Much to my delight I looked back to find Dave Miller smashed himself up on the side of the road in a puddle of his own urine (highlight of the day). 20 miles down later I'm lagging, I mean blowing big time wanting the pain just to stop. Head down pumping it, before I knew it in what felt like seconds I've stacked it getting beat up good and proper by the tarmac. I later learn that big Lewis Pullen has got himself a puncture and without any warning screeched to a hault Richie Ball's clattered into the back of him and I've smashed straight into him cart wheeling over the handle bars. Never the less dusted myself off climbed back on and cracked on. 8 miles from the rendezvous point my knees gone in pain big time and I'm in the van on navigational duty, raging. All in all a cracking day we're all back safe (ish), wind burned faced, having a few well earned beverages. Good Times LB (rough rider)