Greg May, his words and his writing are captured here on Super 8 film, thanks to Giles Perkins.
“In the head of the interrogated prisoner, a haze begins to form. His spirit is wearied to death, his legs are unsteady, and he has one sole desire: to sleep... Anyone who has experienced this desire knows that not even hunger and thirst are comparable with it.”
Are aches and pains inevitable for old dude, Giles? Not necessarily.
98 miles of mixed terrain, pure ‘cross racers, blinged out gravel grinders, mountain bikes, beaters, beers, chips and even a few fat bikes.