Key annual moments in the London-to-Brighton experience in vaguely chronological order ...
Fine barbecue or exotic Asian stew at the Cycle Bear's conveniently located Clapham pile
Ritual demolition of the Finn-bought Fathers' Day bottle of single malt
Eventual sleep at 2am, head propped against humming dishwasher
5.45am exit, world seen through a haze of whisky fumes
Routine sighting of L2B regulars (the London Dynamos, those blokes with plastic aeroplanes on their helmets, man in tartan kilt with comedy-jock ginger wig etc) ...
Fields of lavender in full bloom, poppies in corn fields!
Bacon rolls and 2cwt slabs of cake at Turner's Hill church stall
The deathless joy of cycling up Ditching past the lycra-ed geezers with £3,000 bikes and Camelbak 'hydration systems' who've had to get off and walk
Moronic urge to break personal land-speed record (38mph) on breakneck downslope near Brighton
Spirited Palace Pier welcome from kindly locals (one year a tremendous troupe of still-pissed post-club Ladyboys)
Ill-advised dip in the briny
Consumption of own bodyweight in fried fish at the Regency by West Pier
Almost radioactive glow of intense smugness after 'superhuman' sporting achievement
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