Today was one of the best time trials I've ridden, despite mechanical issues, but it was mostly special owing to the presence of my sister, Emily, and her boyfriend, Matt. They heroically volunteered to get up early this morning to drive me out to Haverhill, and moreover took pictures of the event so that it should live on in memory.
I've had lifts to and from races before, but nobody has ever quite got into the swing of things like these two. We stopped off to get coffee and energy drink en route, and they seemed to enjoy learning about the strange habits of testers.
Anyway, on with the pictures:
What to unpack first? (NB: unpacking the boot always requires aero helmet, for extra speed and dignity)

The infamous shoe hop:

A compromising position (though Matt seems, at this point, surprisingly happy):

Matt: "He's still bending down... I don't like it!'

Ed: 'Who will pin my number on?'

By this point I'd done my warm up ride and was ready to stretch:

Matt: "Hahaha! Look at the funny men'

I'm either pensive in this picture, or pondering the fact the driver of the white van was wearing a wifebeater at 9.30 on a Sunday morning.

A fellow rider gets going as Emily practices taking action pictures:

Matt, unimpressed with Emily's 'skills' takes over the camera, just in time to capture the eternal thrill of a man on a bike being held up from behind by another man:

And I'm off! Looking either focused or desperately uncomfortable, I can't remember which:

And, 50 or so minutes later, I approach the finish, grovelling in the huge gear I couldn't change out of!

It, erm, took me a while to crawl towards the finish line as Matt and Em cheered on, in worried fashion:

I then turned round and headed back to meet my team, groaning and swearing and trying not to be sick ... that gear was pretty hard :(

We then returned to HQ for tea and cake (the tea ladies sold us a whole cake for £4 which we gave to my mum for her birthday...) and I received £10 which I didn't actually earn (see previous post); Emily perved over some of the other cyclists, Matt got a little sad at this; and we drove home so mum could open her presents.