Wow, that was a bit of a break. For some reason the urge to write has been missing, and to tell you the truth I'm not really sure it's back. I've still been doing the same things but I don't feel the need to tell the world about them.
So, time to tell the world.
My last post was back in June, when I did a longest day ride. Since then I've done a few things that in previous years I'd have written about.
- A long weekend training in the Pyrenees, with 42C heat, a couple of H.C. climbs, fabulous food, swimming in cycling shorts, the world's worst cheese and ham toastie, a kitten, a minor bonk riding up a climb that almost had me rolling over the edge whilst trying to eat a gel, an astonishing thunderstorm, discovering the secret tunnel in Heathrow terminal 5 and learning that my new bike shoes don't cause me immense pain whilst riding in hot weather. Which is nice.
- Buying a new frame at a massive discount and turning it into a very posh "winter" road bike that's probably lighter than my summer road bike.
- Doing some gentle early morning rides with a group from work, including a few newbies.
- Nearly, nearly dropping Jon on a short climb. Except I didn't.
- Training, lots and lots and lots of training.
So rather than writing, here are some images.
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| Bespoked, our hosts in France. |
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| Bikes, poised. |
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| Frame, naked. |
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| Cake, unpurchased, |
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| Dangerous Dave, our Pyrenees guide. |
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| Lola the kitten, who turned out to be a boy. |
Oh, I mentioned training. Two weeks to go until stage 1 of the
Haute Route Pyrenees. Gulp.
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