Falalalala falalafel

As they zoom by on the N81, these three are still 12k away from their well-deserved falafel. I hope they were not hoping to bag a chicken kebab as these ran out pretty fast, wolfed down by the 50Kers. It was falafels-only for the braver mamils and mawils who took the 100k Wicklow Mountains challenge. 
And since a muppet was in charge of signage, about 70% of the riders ended up going on a detour, bringing their total effort to a rather impressive 111k. In the scorching sun. Scorching, no less. 
They'll sleep well. Thanks to an exhausting combination of cycling (in the beating sun, did I mention that?), giving out about the muppet who put the very misleading sign up in Donard and raging against those 50Kers snowflakes who ate all the chicken kebabs when they visibly didn't deserve them. 

After my afternoon spent in the unforgiving sun, I rushed back to Dun Laoghaire for a refreshing swim at the Forty Foot still shrouded in haar.