Well, a sociable 50km on my purple-forked, mid-90’s Marin Frankenbike was indeed an excellent way to spend a Sunday. Despite two punctures and my unplanned dismount on the final descent (I’ve got a scabby ankle this morning)
Mcboo – think we saw you on the road over Cleeve Hill from Cheltenham when we were driving back. All three of us had a simultaneous sharp intake of breath and exlaimed ‘ooh, unlucky…’.
I’d be surprised if you were the only ones, the route marking by the butterly farm on the top of the hill wasn’t great, the sneaky right-hander was catching a lot of people out.
Excellent day though, well done to all the organisers