Almost Dead Tour - grave day yesterday. Our man thought he had escaped the lurgy. Wrong. In this event food equals energy, equals distance on the bike. Chuck up your breakfast and disaster looms. Heading down from Manchester, 120 miles, with no fuel in the tank, it looked like the end.
But the buddies were there. These are the support team. They chat, ride in front to create drag and they stay with you. It took 14 hours with Rich, Paul, Andy and Rob hauling our sick man along. With 12 miles to go they suggested getting in the bus. No, not yet.
So the wheels got rolling finally into Ludlow Racecourse where the rest of the riders were lined up. And you know what? They sang "We are The Champions!" as our hero staggered in. All of them. What a welcome! Today our man feels 80% fit and ready to give it another go. Respect!
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