Where's the sudacreme?
You dropped it on the course on the first lap!!
Is that why it was so damn slippery?!
Towards the end some of the polished rock was so icy it was ridiculous - kept hearing shouts of 'it's like bloody ice!'
I'm all mixed up at the moment - very very proud of all the retro boys and girls, but sad I didn't see much of many of you due to the crappy lack of heckling and spectating which has killed 70% of the magic for me. The young marshals did a fantastic job of cheering us all on around the clock, really quite touched (leave it) by their efforts. But twice a lap through the campsite for a mile of encouragement, jumps of doom, pushing people up the bridge on a wave of noise, last lap jelly babies from strangers... The list is a long one and it's a sad, sad loss. Fingers crossed the message gets through for next year.
Loved the first descent (koffin?), loved how the grip levels totally changed from lap to lap, seemingly at random, enjoyed most of the riding but absolutely fed up of pushing my bike up hills, that was just ridiculous. Even with grip only a handful of top guys were riding and it was a total waste of effort when it's quicker to walk a lot of the time anyway. Just daft in my eyes. Did mean a lot of good chatting on the way round though!
Love how well I got looked after - 3/4 of the whole extended family turned out to wash bikes and feed me, was wonderful, but hate that they never actually saw any racing because it was so bloody far away. And that I had to camp away from RB as it was way too far from the start for me going solo (not that it felt solo at all with all the helpers!) and dropping in every lap.
Bring back the crowds, the heckling tent and a rideable course and the venue has real potential.