Having narrowly missed getting a hiding from our resident Scottish maitre d’… I cut my losses before Alice arrived. Tail between my legs I buggered off home.
I arrived there earlier however, fully expecting to find Angus slumped against the door. Thankfully, another slave had been called on to help out, who’s daughter was actually doing the work whilst we sat and got the chat.
I hung about to see the next lot of riders in. Ollie arrived partly pushing, partly riding up the last cruel hill to checkpoint. Mark arrived shortly after looking pretty miserable after a 3 hour walk off the ‘Coriander Pass’ that it’s now being dubbed by a lazy typing Dan. (The Dan bashing continues.) A slashed sidewall meant the descent was unrideable. Carl was next to arrive, riding that last stinger of a hill that the previous 2 were too goosed to ride. In chipper mood, he was straight into the stories and Tennets.
Time was starting to drift for Jaimi, as she needed to get into CP3 before 1831hrs to retain 3rd overall in GC. Sodden, she ralled up around 7pm, relinquishing 3rd overall to Ollie but a slender 25 minutes. Will be a good battle on stage 4.
I felt bit a bit of a fraud to be honest. Sitting there listening to the stories. All the highs and lows they’ve experienced. Feels strange listening to it all when you’ve not been riding. I’d rather be riding. So I decided to split. It earned me partial brownie points, as I arrived home in time for dinner with the ‘handbrake.’
Off on a bike ride. With a buddy, to console myself. Yes I do actually ride my bike sometimes…
Catch you laterz
DP a o o a B