It was my first go at it proper (previous years I'd just been in charge of parking) and I was a bit scared by it but I got my head down and kicked on, and by all accounts was doing pretty well, well on for a decent time and Top10 finish, that was until 180km @ 3am. I was cold, it was dark, I was on my own and my arse hurt. This also coincided with crossing a road that I knew went downhill back to the start. My head went, I wimped out and I've been jolly cross with myself for 12 months...
.....Jolly cross indeed,
But not cross enough with myself to train or get fitter.
So 2016 came and a stone and a bit heavier with about half the mileage under my belt I set off on the BB200.
It was ace!
Set off on my own but I bet I only rode 10km alone, got to Knighton quicker than I thought, watched the sun go down from the top of hills. The cafe and its soup and full fat Coke cans at 140km was a godsend. Onto Hafren and then left at Staylittle, I knew it would be hard from here but after last year just making myself turn left and not rolling down the road was all I needed to do.
Came in just over 21 hours, the route was good and the conversations along the way made it.
Foggy Bit
Fast bit
No helmet death bit
Sunset bit
Leek & spud soup bit
1kg of stuff I carried 200km for a laugh bit
(nb Sunglasses useless, refer to foggy bit photo)
Poo-ey Bike
Future Calf Tattoo just annoy Iron Mans*
(*not Tony Stark)
