Our roller-coaster of a journey is done for now, and I’m sad about that.

It certainly wasn’t easy – to say that it had some difficult days would be a bit of an understatement. But we came through it. I think there will be a bond between all of the participants, particularly those who shared the dark journey back into Donegal town and the difficult couple of days that followed. Jim Breen called it a “family” and it’s hard to disagree with him.

There were plenty of good times, and apart from Donegal, there were some other tough days purely on the bike (Youghal and Newcastle West, I’m thinking of you).

I think that Cycle Against Suicide 2014 has been a success. I hope that Brenawn’s death does not tarnish the good work that has been done – I don’t want to diminish the tragedy or his memory in any way when I say this. We are all so grateful to his family and friends that they gave their blessing to the continuation of the Cycle.

I know that it has been a success because I saw the message ticking over inside the minds of at least two strangers I spoke to during the course of the event who had asked what it was about. The message is beautifully clear and true, and it works.

I also know it has been a success because of several messages I received during the course of the event, particularly one from my sister and another from a friend which I am going to post here shortly.

I need to thank all the organisers, the staff who organised people, food, cars, bikes, more food, homestays, busses and who knows what else. The bike mechanics who drove and even cycled with us and then spent their lunch breaks fixing our problems for no charge. The companies who donated coaches and vans, and the drivers who drove for us. The motorbike marshals, who shepherded our bunch down the road, and who continued on despite the loss of their friend. The cycling marshals who cajoled and joked and shouted and smiled, and who helped us on the difficult days. The homestay hosts who allowed sweaty strangers into their homes, fed and watered us. The local organisers all over the country who made each dot on the map possible. The people of Donegal town who went above and beyond to feed and shelter hundreds of tired, cold and upset cyclists. And my fellow cyclists who shared the road, telling tall tales, jokes, and sometimes the most personal of personal stories.

I think I agree with Jim Breen.

We arrived into Skerries to an awesome welcome and an amazing spread of food. We had our usual talks, starting with a remembrance for Brenawn, and then the speakers were on a timetable, for the Giro was coming! I think Rob Carley was a bit unfortunate with the last slot as his audience started sneaking out the door – the Giro was coming!

And arrive it did, led – as usual – by motorbike marshals. The small breakaway group flashed by the lined streets of Skerries in the blink of an eye. We waited for the peloton, which was close behind. They, too, flashed by in mere seconds, followed by a train of support cars. And then they were gone. I hope our orange peloton leaves more of an impression on the places we’ve passed through.

The final leg into Dublin was relatively easy, but despite being on the tandem with Anne-Marie, it did feel a bit lonely. There were so many people I didn’t recognise, so many doing the final leg, that it was hard to find the ‘lifers’ as we’re known. The day-trippers were zipping in and out to get up towards the front and that just wasn’t all that important to us.

We stopped once, and let several hundred bikes go by, and then from Donabate to the airport we coasted along at just over half-speed, with some folks passing asking if we needed help. I owe Anne-Marie an apology, she was mortified that people might think we were struggling with the pace – far from it, but difficult to explain that we were deliberately driving our Ferrari in first gear 🙂

But eventually, as I knew we would, we heard familiar voices from behind and we had found our place with the lifers at back of the peloton. The rest of the journey in to Phoenix Park and Islandbridge was in the company of family.