The Mitchellvi twins enjoyed also.
I was struggling on the 2nd climb, couldn’t get the bike to drop into the granny gear, never normally need it, but was having to stomp at 55rpm to stay with the group, any slower and I would stall, and any higher rpm and I was pulling away again.
Even though we started the first descent together, we soon split, even though I was only super tucking, we hit 105kmh.
Martin was having a similar but more pronounced problem on his watt bike, plus he’s part racing whippet and any sort of rabbit up the road gets him over excited.
Comms was reassuringly awful. I spent the entire race using press-to-talk on the phone, but I think my mic was actually the bluetooth speaker, and my speaker was either getting blown out or too faint/garbled to catch much of what was being said.
Jack took in in his stride at 27, damn him.
Happy Xmas all