I just found out it’s possible to have 16 sense of humour failures in one weekend. The factors that allow this to happen are having to work all weekend cycling with a group of strange people a very long way. Not being able to escape. Sitting through the 5th reception with a mayor in one day and hearing the same speech again and again. Finding yourself cycling through a clay like mud field and finding the clay like mud has clogged up your wheels so they won’t turn. Getting rid of the clay like mud from your mudguards with your hands as the rain starts to fall again. Carrying on your journey along tracks made of large stones in the rain and then realising it is 7.30pm and you still have to put up your tent. The general faffing that occurs in a large group of people. Having a party in your tent until 1am with loads of wine and then being woken up at 7am my a man in lycra singing a song about bananas. Not getting home until very late on Sunday because of all the faffing. So much more I could say.
Way beyond the call of duty.