you forgot to mention the fact that it was sheer hell for some of us every km of the way haha and when we eventually arrived at the finish line, the timers asked us what our race numbers were..... now I ask you.... I could hardly stay on top of my bike at that stage, i could barely remember my own name... i could not even speak, and believe me, thats a miracle!! barely balancing on my bike i managed to straighten out my race number so my partner could read it and shout it to the timers as we struggled along to the safety of our cars.... but to the organisers a big thank you, the marshalls were great, the guys manning the water tables made me laugh even though I was convinced my sense of humour had been left at the start, and they were ready to give us whatever refreshments we required.... today I am enjoying remembering the race - and can proudly say that I made it!! very late in the day but still.....
