Racing a racer.
In the middle of a 30 miler I made the huge mistake of trying to keep up with a bloke on a bike that probably weighed less than my chest hair. I kept this stupid idea up for about 4 miles, and to my surprise I averaged about 22mph. For the next 10 miles I averaged about 4 miles an hour. Anyway, I had panniers and a bar bag, I’m sure he would have gone 30mph to stay in front of me.
Looks like we’re all set for the off – just a couple of nights to book up and that’s it. About 35 days for my arse to grow a few more layers of teflon skin.