6 out on the road to Ystradgynlais yesterday as a fully tooled up Chasers quartet yet again dished out some hurt to 2 poorly performing Pacers (allegedly just returned from holiday intestinal distress).
Karl set the opening pace, riding on the front all the way to Neath where he bailed out taking Mark R with him. This left Tim, Mark J and myself to deal with Ben; by dawdling, stopping, refusing to come through we managed to completely exhaust Ben who had to eventually admit defeat in Margam. The triumphant triumvirate eased their glorious procession back home hoping not to repeat the sliding, skidding show in front of white man van on Wayne Bant Road that had nearly ended our ride before it began.
