A belated BCTTT hard one around the back for our very own Kevy.
Not only does he charge around the country making things enjoyable for men in lycra, but last weekend he really pulled one off by accomodating me, Jibbs, Artur, Ade and my mate Paul.
OK. I'll stop.
Basically, after a typical BCTTT 'what day, what distance, can you hold my hand?' nonsense that we made of trying to enter the New Forest sportive - a cock-up the Midlander's would have been proud of - we managed to finally decide what we were doing just after the event filled up.
No joking here, guys: Kevy stepped up and got our names and details on the list so we could pay on the day without having to fill in any paperwork, waved us off, waved us off again as we passed him helping somebody who'd punctured before even getting out of the gate, then got to the last feed station in time for a bit of banter as we rolled through. And I suspect this was his main motivation for being there: he also saw a post-operative Ade in the early stages of melt-down.
UK Cycling Events put on a fantastic sportive that day: the combination of a great course, great weather, great feed stops, average company and that I actually managed to get into it made this one of my sporting highlights of the year.
Thanks Kev. I owe you a marshalling for that, although might not be this coming weekend as I have a bit of a family clash.