Confusion reigns as the FVS TRI team arrive to find that their personal racking has been mis-assigned to the Elites

A brief word with the organisers about the "overpaid nancy-boy Elites" pushing their way in and . . . . ....

. . . . .... the racking is returned to it's rightful owners and preparation begins

Security conscious Steve fiddles with his padlock key before heading out of T1 on the bike

Alison stops her watch and nips off to the cafe for a cuppa and a warm up before T1.  She was seen later arguing with the race referee about time-keeping discrepancies

Jane finds a few ballet moves help her relax before the scary bit where you clip your feet into the pedals and spend an hour concentrating on not falling off the bike.

A couple of locals put the camp into camping

Diane and Wendy show the way to finish comfortably

Dave puts in far too much effort to finish uncomfortably

Leaving the fellas in her wake, Helen spots the camera and puts on a spurt to the finish

With just yards to go, Helen grimaces with the pain as lactic acid floods every muscle fibre . . . .

. . . . not really, it was easy enough, now where's the ice-cream van gone

Chris kicks off  the FVS TRI medal haul

Helen takes an age-group place

Sarah wins her age group

Boris wins his age group and the overall title . . .

..... Oh, and the Bedford Sprint series of course ...

 ... and then wonders how he's going to get it all home on the back of his bike