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Here is the limited quantity of photos I took over the weekend.
The Retrobike heckle tent soaks up the sunshine with some banging tunes...
...great bikes...
...great people...
...and free beer, sweets and cake for passing riders.
CaptainCosmic's steak supper.
Just some of the fine machines gleaming in the sunshine.
HarryCrumb thinks about riding even quicker than his last lap.
Blue skies and Judys.
My 1992 Saracen Traverse was faultless for five laps, but at the end of my sixth the bumpy course had rattled the top jockey wheel on the M735 rear mech loose at the very end of the lap. This dropped the chain into the spokes and left me with a run through the campsite.
A bit frustrating but not as much as the dick-head who berated me for momentarily blocking one of two available lines. He clearly lacked the humanity, patience and technical skill to simply turn right and take the clear route.
I'm still not sure whether Andy knows why he got so many people honking at him on the drive home...
I really enjoyed the sprint finish with my team mate HarryCrumb on my 31.5 pound 1988 Saracen Blizzard. He reckons he got a 39 minute final lap. My heart nearly exploded out of my chest...
One more beer then it's bedtime for me.
Really great weekend though.
Here is the limited quantity of photos I took over the weekend.
The Retrobike heckle tent soaks up the sunshine with some banging tunes...
...great bikes...
...great people...
...and free beer, sweets and cake for passing riders.
CaptainCosmic's steak supper.
Just some of the fine machines gleaming in the sunshine.
HarryCrumb thinks about riding even quicker than his last lap.
Blue skies and Judys.
My 1992 Saracen Traverse was faultless for five laps, but at the end of my sixth the bumpy course had rattled the top jockey wheel on the M735 rear mech loose at the very end of the lap. This dropped the chain into the spokes and left me with a run through the campsite.
A bit frustrating but not as much as the dick-head who berated me for momentarily blocking one of two available lines. He clearly lacked the humanity, patience and technical skill to simply turn right and take the clear route.
I'm still not sure whether Andy knows why he got so many people honking at him on the drive home...
I really enjoyed the sprint finish with my team mate HarryCrumb on my 31.5 pound 1988 Saracen Blizzard. He reckons he got a 39 minute final lap. My heart nearly exploded out of my chest...
One more beer then it's bedtime for me.
Really great weekend though.