Machine gun nests every 5 miles to deal with cocks with no numbers.
Watching in Kingston in the afternoon, I was shocked by how many of them there was and that they were, largely, riding like cocks. By the afternoon, you had all the slower, wobbly, tired riders coming through (and that is not meant to be patronising - they are the people that the ride is about; I couldn't really give a toss about about those who can ride it in a quick time, I am more interested in those for whom the ride is a real step into the unknown). Anyway, mixing it up with those riders were plenty of cocks with no numbers, who probably only joined the ride in Esher, riding crit style and weaving through the riders. Fuck'em.
Mrs. JB's third RideLondon 100 and she is yet to actually get to ride 100 miles. This year was the worst and after the various crashes, she was diverted (via open roads, with no warning to riders that they were now mixing it up with cars!), no hills at all, and about 25 miles cut off the course. She was so pissed off.
Time to go and do something somewhere where they can deal with the numbers and you have a better chance of not having to stop for hours and walk lots and only get to ride 75% of the course!