mrkawasaki
Retrobike Rider
Woken at 12.45am on Sunday morning at Mayhem by Captain Sinnet and told to be on the start/finish line at 2.15am. Readied bike in the heavy, cold dew and swapped with DryPaul on to a double lap shift. Stopped around 4am for a cup of coffe at the tent feeling somewhat alone - babby still slumbering (wife acknowledged I was still alive). Returned at 6.01am in bright sunlight. Tried to sleep but couldn't - the heckling tent soon fired up and the warmth brought the family around. Fired up the rusting digital wheels of steel before being presented with my first ever Father's Day card at our tent, complete with photo album of the first seven months with my boy.. three hours to pack up our gear, home by 10pm, arms roasting themselves. No milk in the house for tea, so straight to bed (approximately 30 miunutes sleep in the last 24 hours/Junior however, got at least 11...) 
