So while Gilly took the “easier” option of the short route, those of us who possess less brains go for the full fat 76 miles. Some are even daft enough to add a bit on at each end to make it 100 miles for the day.
End result, 100.6 miles in eight and a half hours, and over 11,000 feet of climbing.
Still smiling at the finish, but I did have a little nap on the couch when I eventually got home.
Well organised event, good signage on the road, and three well stocked feed stations. Like I said last year, never again…