Sadly for we BRITONS Ken stacked ARION2 for reasons as yet unknown, but possibly to do with wind. He's OK and the bike wasn't too bad but bad enough to deny Yasmin a chance to run, which is a chiz coz some of the team reckoned she was in with a shout of surpassing Barbara Buatois' world mark.
Nice People George and Carole Leone gave me one of two Launch Area Appreciation Awards and I've been promoted to Official Member of Team Cygnus which means two packets of Stroopwafels1. And the boys have entrusted me with the care and feeding of the 2D version of Western Half-Devil Monster Face van Schaik for the rest of the trip.
I'll do a proper update by this time tomorrow but because slow internets, general knackerdom and a long drive into a different time zone tomorrow I aten't doing no more tonight. Soz.
Well, it's now tomorrow night and the internets here is not performing like a drugged-up snail and I have uploaded the rest of Saturday's pictures, such as they are, in glorious full-definition Technicolor so let us, as some literary berk once said, return to the beginning. Of Saturday, obv. Not the Big Bang. If you want Professor B Cox try Yellowstone National Park, where there are mountains for him to sit on and adequate space for his big helichopter.
With Friday night having been, to coin as phrase, a bit of a stonker, most of the fast girls and boys elected to stay in bed before indulging in a little light bike-polishing. Natch most of them did not see fit to inform the Organisators, who were left standing on the start line pondering the whereabouts of $TEAM. Which is dashed rude and most unBRITISH. Obviously my chaps at Team Cygnus had told everyone they were not coming out to play, because they are Gentlemen. Most runs, then, were composed largely of Vortex being ridden by various Toronto Oaves, with Alexei Kristaev making two runs in Tetiva 4, Larry Lem, and Greg and Peter in the DF velomobile.
|Larry in Super 8 makes a clean getaway|
|No launch worries for Peter in his DF|
|Alexei makes his second run of the morning|
Back to the Civic Center for the final debrief and slot-choosing meeting of the week, followed by the traditional photo shoot out front.
|We have a gatecrasher!|
|Radio Goddess Marieke Ligtvoet dressed up for the occasion!|
|Most of the machines and riders. Dave Sianez and the Plymouth team had already left; Adam Ince was hiding somewhere|
|No excuse needed to include another picture of Scout, overall winner of the drag races and everyone's new BFF|
which b0rked down under the strain of delivering Mikey's lunch.
After all that nonse was over Team Cygnus went down the road for their own photo session:
|Pic by Jonathan with my camera. Ta matey!|
|100 km/h on the 100th run: a happy Thomas Ulph|
|Diego (centre) chatting up one of he Delft/Amsterdam team|
Back to town for the results & awards bash. Al Krause also dressed up for the occasion:
|Noes! Invaded by a refugee from M.A.S.H|
|Marieke had no trouble persuading Aurélien to model the latest fashion|
|Aux armes, citoyens! Et vive la France!|
- because they've got real jobs now, and
- to give everyone else a chance
I then went to bed.
- Lie. They gave me two last year as well, but Jan-Marcel says he'll send me a T-shaped shirt when they get home.
- A more pungent adjective may have been used