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Westerham Hill. Most of the brigade who came down to see BMMF in action at Yorks Hill rode back up that on fixed. I think they all enjoyed it ;0)
I used to live 2 miles away from it, but I've never ridden up it. Waaaay to much traffic. There's hills just as steep (and steeper) on either side and nice country lanes they are too.
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Nicholas We're mascochists the lot of us.
My worst was 10 hilly miles home with a loose saddle and no allen keys. Couldn't fucking sit down for the whole time.
LOL
My saddle broke one evening, so I had to cycle from Hammersmith to Victoria standing up. Normally fine, but I was pissed out of my brains and riding a Brompton. I vagely recall shouting "come on then, lets 'ave some!" at every car that drove past!
PS Great thread this!
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Remembered another! One winter about 5 years ago the trains were screwed as it had hammered with snow all day. None were running from London to Sevenoaks, so I decided to ride home. At one point going downhill in south Croydon I nearly ended up under a lorry. Needed to stop, squeezed the brakes, nothing happened. Squeezed more and more until the front wheel bit the brake and I went down. Fortunately the lorry was coming up so could stop fine!
At one point (between Warlingham and Westerham) I hadn't seen a car for about 20 minutes. Stopped for a piss, and then I realised. There was no noise. Nothing. The air was as still as I had ever heard. Quite a surreal moment.
The last 5 or so miles I couldn't feel either my feet or my hands. Rode aprox 25 miles, I think it took 2 1/2 hours.
Probably your average commute for a Glaswegian!
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Bonked three quarters of my way through my first century ride. The furthest I'd ridden previously was 50 miles. Like pj, I could only pedal going downhill. All I'd had was 2 jam sandwiches and 2 bottles of water. Oh, and for the first 50 miles I was carrying a rucksack full of heavy tools.
The battery had gone in my phone and I didn't have any money for more food or for a call box. Eventually struggled to my brothers house 15 miles short of home and got a lift. I don't actually remember getting home. I'd ridden 105 miles and it had taken me 10 1/2 hours.
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Spent years growing up with Bullseye on a Sunday afternoon. Used to hate it. Now I absolutely love it!
My brother-in-law has always gone on about how he would like to go and watch it, I've always said I'd go as well. A month ago he asked me if I fancied earning a bit of cash taxiing him and 3 of his mates to Lakeside as he'd got tickets for the second round. Yeah, thanks very fcuking much, you cnut.
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Anyone heard from murtle? Is he Ok??
Here's my route. You can see the distasterous left turn I took after about 200yds sending me in completly the wrong direction!
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