Not unreasonably my friend has just asked “But what if they steal all your stuff when you’re asleep or are just really weird?“
Oh Mr Claud Butler how I have missed you. Whilst your body may be rather battered and showing the ravages of age and many miles, who am I to judge! Continue reading
I’ve come to the conclusion that women are more afraid of things than men. Continue reading
Acrophobia; the irrational fear of heights or Basophobia; the fear of falling; both both genuine phobias and both the current personal experience between which I’m shuffling frantically.
It’s a mental shuffle of course as I’m actually frozen to the spot, extreme terror rendering me immobile, plastered against the back of the cable car with my eyes shut, whimpering and clinging on for dear life. Continue reading
It started with just a small innocuous advert on the message board of my mountain bike club…..”planning a trip, anyone interested in bike touring get in touch”.
Why not I thought, what harm could there be in just replying……
Erm, it appears to have been a while since the last post, completely unintentional, just time disappearing into a big vortex of bike, work, eat, sleep…..ok, and having fun..
I promise I won’t mention it if you don’t, let’s just sweep this little hiatus under the carpet and roll forward.
It has been a busy year though and cycling adventures have included mountain bike packing in Argentina and the UK; some extreme downhill mountain biking in the French Alps; 3 gruelling days of the Tour of Wessex road-sportive, 220 miles, 10,500 feet of climbing, many, many bananas and a return to an old favourite, Lanzarote. All in a skirt of course.
Thanks for sticking with me, we’ve definitely quite a lot of biking to catch up on, how about you put the kettle of for a cuppa and we can start with this………
There’s a great quote from the even greater cyclist Eddy Merckx, something along the lines of:
” The race is won by the rider who can suffer the most” Continue reading