It was hilly.
To be honest I was slower than I should have been. I think giving blood on Tuesday might have had something to do with it.
Not that I'm that good up hills anyway.
The weather was fantastic. Sunny and warm. Strines moor was a bit chilly though.
I nearly came off once. I went too fast down a hill, and couldn't stop in time for a corner. I ended up locking the back wheel and sliding off into the grass. No problems though. I stopped on the grass and was fine.
My bike takes some stopping with me on top of it.
T'was great fun. The pub lunch was great. I couldn't finish it. Too many chips. Burger with Bree and bacon. Nom nom. I needed it by the time we stopped.
Nearly 50 miles altogether.
Knackered now. Just drinking a few recovery cans of wife beater.
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