Yes, but only if you treat it like a shared hallucination. The good bits are the strangers who high-five you at traffic lights. The friendly bloke who fixes your chain with a shoe lace. The moment you realize you’ve gone further than you ever thought you could on two wheels and a prayer.
The London to Brighton Bike Ride is less about speed and more about surviving the day with your dignity (and your knees) intact. If you finish and still have ten fingers and a working bike, you’ve won. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
So mark your calendar. Mid-September. A Sunday. Start training now, or don’t—the banana guy didn’t. Either way, you’ll have a story to tell, a very sore backside, and a deep, newfound respect for the word “downhill.” See you at the beach. I’ll be the one walking funny.
