We only had one incident with a dickhead rider: a guy on an Orange 5 pro showing off to his girlfriend. He waited for us to start a section then took off immediately behind us shouting for us to let him pass. Cock.
Dan and I took tea and cake in the afternoon sun before I headed off to see the parents and to consume more tea with biccies followed by a ham sandwich. At home I had two chicken breasts with potatoes and green beans from Dad's allotment...and a bag of crisps. And three beers.
I watched the London to Paris video on Vimeo in the evening: a bunch of guys riding on fixies. They made a big fuss of riding 120miles in one day - but I suppose on a fixie that would be difficult. I'd love to try it on a proper road bike, however. They looked really silly going down hills...
So, even though the diet is still poor and I'm drinking more than I should [for someone who's supposed to be 'training'], it would seem that my fitness is improving slightly - if today's riding is anything to go by.
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