Biking for a good cause

The highlight behind last Sunday's duty in good old Elgin was having a fellow colleague enter a 22mile cycle race to raise funds for the BRC.
Apart from that, not much else happened with it.

While some of the gang got to play about with feet at the Loch Ness Marathon, myself and a three other volunteers got to watch bikes all day.
And jumpstart RE6 everytime it stalled. Yes, I think my micra is officially its defib now.

But the duty was quite fine; the four of us had a good bit of banter with the nutter, eh, I mean Christine, who had decided to enter the Moray Bike Ride for our good cause.
It became apparent that Dr Gray's very own Wave Radio station (who had also come along to commentate on the day's events) were equally as supportive of the pair as we were. They played Fontella Bass' Rescue Me - a classic tune, and incredibly apt when it comes down to RC - especially for our fund-raising bike riders. The song sparked a few smiles and giggles amongst the crowd too, especially when the DJ suggested there was a hidden meaning within the music.
Well, obviously.

After the riders had crossed the start line, we had little else to do. Fiona and Nikki crewed the base with RE6, while Charles and me drove off into the Morayshire wilderness in RE2, keeping our eyes peeled for any casualties.
While no one was injured during the day (thankfully) there were several cyclists who got lost.
Fair enough; the event route was poorly sign posted (although the wind helped with that, blowing away every arrow which pointed the competitors down the right track).
So while some got confused in the depths of Roseisle forrest, others cut corners off the route by unsuspectingly taking short cuts down parallel roads, and some even managed to find their way onto the main road, in between Alves and Forres.
This made things slightly more interesting, especially when it came to checking up on them.
But at the end of the day, it seemed that everybody who had started the race had been accounted for.
I say that, when there might actually be one or two poor lost souls, still wondering where they are and how to get back onto the right route again...

Anyhoo, the event, although small, was good fun all the same.
Fiona even treated us to ice cream when Charles and me returned to base, in time to see our pair of nutters celebrating their completion of the bike ride.
22 miles and Christine was still finding strength in her legs to dance to the music.
Once again, the DJ found a comment to accompany this - far too much energy.
I bet she hurt the next day though.

So that was that; a fun, simple duty which killed the boredom of a regular Sunday morning/afternoon.
Although, it was only meant to be afternoon - we went down to the park too early (10am - I dunno where that time came from, but I could have had an extra hour in bed people!)
So once we had parked up the vehicles, we decided to mosey on down to Tesco to grab a cup of tea, and for me a sausage and egg bap =]
A proper Sunday breakfast.