London had five separate starts this year so I had no idea of the scale until upon finishing I got dressed, went for a potter, had a sit-down to check my route home only to discover my way blocked (15 minutes after my finish) by riders in a seemingly never ending parade of toasted and painted flesh still working it's way to the finish.
Of note this year:
- Even more photographers than usual. At various points we couldn't actually get through at all
- Even more aggressive stewards and WNBR stalwarts shouting things like "get off of the road" and "Stay on the pavement"... which is weird when we are running red lights
- More exhibitionism than usual (Male and Female)