The weather forecast for Friday had been getting steadily better, from 'heavy showers' at the start of the week through 'light showers' and 'sunny intervals' to the point where it actually claimed it would be 'sunny' over Dorking by 7PM.
I arrived at Ryka's shortly before 6:30 to find I was almost the last to arrive (but not the very last; that honour went to Wonder Machine).
The troops:
Huskyteer
Wonder Machine
Mr Wonder(ful), who kindly volunteered to go Tail End Charlie
Genie
Bill Dog
Doug on a shiny new MP3
DaveLondon
Megamod
Gass and party (son and friend, both on geared bikes)
Big props to Megamod, visiting from the USA, who despite a delayed flight had made it out to join us, and to Gass who gave her a backie.
Once everyone was assembled I gave a briefing on the marker system (thanks to Bill for human megaphone duties) and we set off.
We lost Wonder Machine almost immediately as she pulled up beside me, yelled that she needed petrol and shot off into the middle distance. I felt terrible, as it is the leader's responsibility to ask at the start whether everyone is OK for juice and I had forgotten.
But no time to worry about that - the turning was approaching at which we would leave the busy main road and hit the country lanes.
The route was a nice one, if I say so myself, and you can see it here. Along B and unclassified roads, heading south on a rough parallel with the A24. We saw little traffic, though there were horses and cyclists to contend with (and a caravan which Genie and I managed to zip past).
There was one tricky stretch with gravel up the middle of the road, but everyone coped very well, and the rest of the way was scenic with gentle, easy bends and the occasional long straight. Much of the ride was in 40 and 50mph limits, but there was one fast bit for which Bill somehow contrived to be sitting behind me, so we gave it some beans.
We went through Steyning, very pretty, then climbed up to the South Downs along a lovely twisty road with views over hills and sea. Here we took a five-minute breather before hunger compelled us down and onto the last leg.
In Worthing we were reunited with Wonder Machine, who joined us from the opposite direction just as we were turning off the A259 to park.
We parked by the beach, on the pavement, much to the distress of some ambling pensioners who were apparently unable to manage a brief detour onto the cycle path, and queued for our fish n' chips, which were well worth the wait. Then we sat in a row chatting and gazing at the pearly sea.
The sea was so lovely that I went for a quick paddle, and found a pebble that looked exactly like a motorcycle helmet. All agreed this was a wondrous and lucky portent.
It was getting dark by this time, and we began to disperse. I followed Bill and Genie (and their amazing hi-viz waistcoats) as far as Tunbridge Wells, then home up the A21.
Thanks to everyone for riding and marking so well, and your lovely company. I had a brilliant evening and was grinning (and yawning) all the way home.