What a day, my birthday and we're moving house in 10 days. Really happy to receive a pink slip for this one as my alternative was packing boxes. Make my way to Dainfern Shops and have some brekkie at the Mugg & Bean. Ride to the start, riding for NSPCA so stop by the tent for some pics. Amble off to the start and wait, gathering up the atmosphere, two mates have dumped me for my birthday ride so I'm solo. Get to the start and meet a pretty and friendly lady called Annie. She seems legit so I'm thinking I have some company. We even get matching selfies and I think cool, no strings company on my ride. Anyway, about a third of the way up the first hill and she's lost. Seems I'm solo again. Nice ride, usual banter with some social strangers, I'm starting in a charity batch and off for a cruise around JHB. Hit the M1 and see a mate on the side of the road. I stop, it appears he's lost his riding partners. So we wait and see one hauling ass past us. So we catch up and the banter starts. Victor Matfield passes us and both my riding partners scream out that we need him to make a comeback, more like begging, but he ignores us. He's clearly focused on his Mrs. who doesn't look too bad in lycra, from behind anyway, but he's pushing her so clearly he's in for a longer ride than us. I loose my mates, but it's fine. For my birthday, I have some lazy friends offering everything from weed to tequila and in between. Thankfully, all I got was a cupcake and an ice cream. I can't feel my ass having covered only 180km during the year and I seriously consider putting the ice cream in my bibs, but sanity prevails. I complain about the "gooch cream" I'm using for chafing. One of my mates suggests that I shouldn't put it in but rather on and around. I dish out almost all my cramp blockers to those needing some relief, and make it to the end dreading the climb back to Dainfern. Once back at my breakfast spot I need a beer and settle in. Another rider eases in at the table beside me and recognises me from Midmar Mile 8 Mile Club 2014. I end up drinking more beer than was perhaps necessary talking **** to this fella. We swap cell numbers and Strava profiles and I amble home to my delicious lamb lunch and an afternoon nap while my awesome wife occupies the kids and allows for some silence before I'm woken at 17h00 with Happy Birthday and cake. Official time: 4h55 Riding time: 4h21 Fun factor: 10 Bike: Giant XTC0 I still feel like I'm sitting on a golf ball, but I'll be back next year and this time I'll rub the chafing cream on and around