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@Greasy_Slag
Ha i just remembered the Isle Of Wight!
As Katt points out that was a great weekend, Fiddy started on a stella and pretty much went from there.
After managing to get Fiddy into the right room in the caravan (note to self, don't drag him off the bed by his legs when he is sleeping) we got off to an early start. Katt did the honours and decorated Pauls Bike and Paul had Rum Cake for breakfast... i made bacon and went to a lot of effort making Bacon but Paul had his Rum Cake.
The ride was superb, amazing countryside, parrots and hats flying all ways, hills having Tika and Dropout John actually scaring locals with his pirate authenticity. Paul has this knack of hitting a constant speed and not faltering but slipped behind us on the 4th food stop. After about 20 mins he turned up grinning from ear to ear.
He was riding fixed and his chain slipped half way down the big descent so he had got his balls on the bar and skidded the rest of the way.... style!
The rest of the ride was full of those great moments where you are just resting enjoying the veiw, wondering if you should wait or not, when in the distant you would see the shakey odd shaped outline you could recognise a mile away
The penultimate stop was a small school, by the time we got there they had ran out of cake and tea and the water wasn't up to much so we had to make a call on heading for the finish or wait for Paul.. there was a cut off.
and again this jean clad fixed gear rider (long hilly ride, had to be jeans and fixed) turns up. We hurry him through the gate to the station to get his card stamped and wait for him to get out. by this point he looks tired so looks up and says "alright, alright whats the rush, i just need a few minutes"
"NO worries, take it man you have done well" etc etc we reply
we give him about 90 seconds to roll his ciggie and lift it to his lips and we all jump on our bikes "Lets roll"
all we can hear in the back ground is the crack of a lighter and a grumbled "For Fucks Sake!"
The determined sod got on his bike and got over the last climbs before the deadline.. he was passing people on fully geared bikes half his age, and they were all asking where his brakes were. he just smiled and raised his eye brows
He was a little stiff the next day, but he did have enough rum cake for breakfast