
There was a choice of starting this event at 3am, as I had done last year, but all three of us opted for the 6am start, this time. Nick and I met Paul at Hailsham car park just north of Eastbourne where there were about 20 others getting ready. We didn’t hang around, just sorted what we needed for the day and away we went. If you have read any of Paul’s recent posts you might get the impression that he doesn’t hang around and he was planning to finish in about 12hrs. I had taken 15hrs last year and told Nick that is what I was expecting to do, this time around. As we headed out of town, Paul on the front, it felt, a bit like a race, and after a few miles I just let Paul drift away up the A22, knowing that we each had our own agenda for the day.
Nick had kitted his lovely titanium Seven with a canvas Carradice saddlebike and so was looking more like an tourer than normal while I had my usual Topeak bag with a frame that cantilevers off the seatpin. What I had forgotten from last year was that the first 100km was all along the A272 which is quite a main road but which we thought Paul would have enjoyed, his chin probably just a few inches above the stem as he motored along.
Everything was going fine with Nick and me until we reached a roundabout in Billingshurst.

I was leading and felt my wheel skid as I steered and realised there was a patch of diesel along the surface. Unfortunately it was too late for me to warn Nick and as I turned around Nick was already on the floor. His new Jacket and favourite shorts not looking great, now with a few extra holes, and his hip with a bit of road rash to boot. Picking himself up, he was not too shaken, more annoyed with the state of his clothes than anything else. We followed the trail of diesel for quite a few miles before it petered out and we were soon back into the dull rhythm of the A272. It wasn’t until we passed Petersfield that we got into the lanes and what a delight it was too. The speed may have gone down, but who cares when the scenery was this good. We climbed up onto the Downs near East Meon and followed along the ridge with spectacular views and fields of rapeseed giving off that lovely sweet smell you get at this time of the year.

We stopped here to eat our sandwitches and admire the views over the surrounding countryside, as I knew the same could not be experienced from inside Tesco’s Costa coffee checkpoint at Winchester. Even so we decided to stop there too and have a sit down, coffee & cake. Paul would have defiantly not approved. We were half way in 6 ½ hrs, so up on last years schedule and ready for the return leg back to Hailsham. The organiser Dave Hudson together with some friends puts on a lovely teastop at the 200km mark and we arrived ready for another round of eating and more drinks. I had both a mug of tea and a mug of coffee together with a delicious bowl of rice and tinned peaches. The setting down a deserted lane was idyllic and we sat chatting to other riders, most of which were just riding the 100km event that Dave was also running, based on the surrounding lanes and which had this as their feed every 34km.

Soon it was time to leave and head back for the final couple of legs. Along the lanes we usually crisscross on the club runs to places like Wiston and Cocking. These long days in the saddle means you get to ride in the evening when the sun is low in the sky. Just for an hour but still lovely to ride along these quiet country lanes with out any cars to annoy you. Then before we realised the sun had disappeared and it was time to put the lights on for the last bit down the A22 and back to the carpark where we had started 14 ½ hrs ago.