Difficult one to categorize this one, so it’s filed under Road Run, ‘cos technically, we did ride on the road for some of it, but it’s also filed under Special Event, because it was a brilliant day out.
Acton Lane (or ‘The Cliff’ as it seems to have become known) wasn’t massively busy when I arrived at around 09:30 (ish) on Monday 8th September. Woody was there, and Al was there, eager to get the new flags out for a try.
We soon gathered in force to claim our ground with a battle cry.
At one point whilst waiting, we thought we had the return of ‘Tack-Gate’. Fortunately, Kempy collected as many as he could in his tyres on the way up Acton Lane, thus sparing the pro-peloton.
Also, as the Police outriders pitched right at the top of the hill, and then left, a handy streak of diesel managed to despatch one of said Police outriders down the road on his side. Chaos ensued as the lead cars were slowed and NEG riders jumped off their steeds to direct the trafic around the tasty slick that was perfectly spilt towards the left hander.
The NEG riders did a fine job, and the lead cars moved on.
No sooner had they arrived, and they were gone. That was it, time to pack and get to Llandudno for the finish! I rode like a mad man, all the way down Acton Lane, and sweating, put my back in the back of Al’s van and we took off up the M56 and A55!!
Along the sea front, we passed and anonymous cyclist. I’m sure that’s Chris Gregory. It was, and he soon caught us up after we parked. He’d put the miles in from Talacre…
We hit Rhos on Sea, had a piece of cake (well you’ve got to haven’t you?) a quick brew, and then the bikes were out and we were off, through over Little Orme, along the sea front and up the steep incline to the cafe at the top overlooking the sea. After the 5-7 miles(!) or thereabouts, we deserved a brew. The cafe clearly would let any old riff-raff in, as Dave Brailsford, slightly off course from Spain, wandered in looking for a brew. We offered, but he declined. Chatted briefly, I took a rubbish selfie, and he was off.
After this, we meandered up to the KoM, the third and last of the day at just under 6km to the finish. We waited in the warm sunshine, at a fairly uncrowded Skoda KoM.
Then you wait all day for a Penny…
..and two come along at once..
None of this messing about for the guys in the race though.
Another good day out. Thanks to Al for driving the van, Chris for being anonymous and then transforming into club kit from Alan’s spares (he’s like the shopkeeper from 70s kids cartoon Mr Ben), and Penny, for the photos, looking like a super-domestique (coming up the hill as she carried a whole deli’s worth of butties up her jersey), and making the total to 2p.