He’s lost by the looks of it ….

He’s in Somerset …..

Ah, no, it’s Somerset PA, USA

Humour intended for British readers only …..

Just 70 miles to go. By the time I get back home in a couple of hours, he’ll be there and tucked up in bed no doubt …..

What he will have though is the “Post IBR Blues”

This is what I wrote about how I felt at the end of the 2011 IBR :

Dismounting and taking off my helmet and jacket, I was immediately presented with
an ice cold beer and I sat down on the floor talking with various folk as they offered
their congratulations. Jeremy who had arrived half hour or so earlier, came over and
we talked for a while. It was during those few words that we exchanged that so many
stories that I’d read from people who had completed an IBR suddenly made sense.
Most ride reports of IBR finishers end with the words (or variations thereof) “you
can’t really truly explain what it feels like when you cross the finishing line of an
IBR”. Up to this moment, I’d thought “What a load of bollocks !!” ☺ How can you
not be able to put into words how you feel ?

But it’s true – you cannot describe the feeling. It’s a strange mixture of elation for
having done it, depression for it having finished, exhaustion for what you’ve been
though and in my case happiness for seeing Sonia again. In short, it’s something that
I’ve just never experienced before.

Robert already knows how this feels and he is about to experience it again ….