None of it is actually taken that seriously, except for when you get up and then your arse is in the wind, flapping, for all to see, and abuse. 3-2-1-GO! And it’s then a matter of shame, sweat, chafing, passion, energy, noise, focus, pride, relief and elation. And for me, nausea. I’m no athlete but in that stupid way that I still think the old magic is in me, I went at it as hard as I could, just limped under 25 seconds and then felt sick for an hour.
I could go on but I’d only be cutting and pasting from the site so read all about it there, attend an event, shout Caspar and Winston and get a Rollapaluza event on the go or just try to take part. Or stand there, drink and holler. Register, ride and you too can realise that you are woefully out of condition. They just announced their forthcoming London-based Halloween event and it looks a blinder.