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*stopping with Tad and chatting to a chap at the top of the course at midnight and Edwards bumbling past like a great oaf on a gate and just saying a terse, "you're filth" without stopping. Then the chap saying, "Did a bear just ride past on a Cannondale and call you both Filth?"
Crying with laughter at this; I think the whole thing's left me a bit tired and emotional - but then we were led by a captain with a broken rib who still got everyone up & organised for our slick changeovers ("what do you mean he's back already - bastard contact lens won't go in & I've had no breakfast - gimme that coffee!"), and then still put in the laps against our protestations! Proper hero
Plus the unflappable metronome bear and the World Champ racing in a sling without a murmur of complaint. What a fantastic team! 
So proud to have been part of it and had a great weekend. Thanks to JV, Mark and everyone else involved in organising the RB presence - we were known and loved all round the track & campsite, at least that's how it seemed to me
The last lap giant jelly-baby feeding station (you had to snatch one off the top of a post as you rode past) was a huge boost, as were the cheers for four inches (enough for anyone) of air off the Jump of Doom.
So many fabulous memories keep coming back one after another, but mostly the grim determination of the bears in the face of adversity, humbled, privileged, knackered, keen for more...
Thanks to everyone who showed up and provided such a magnificent atmosphere, congratulations all round!
*and apologies to Mr Craig for nearly taking him out at the finish - it was all Gav's fault...
