As I dived between puddles, holes and deep ridges in the track, the open bi-way in front of me just pulled me further and further along. Stopping only for photographs and, as you can see, nerd like levels of documenting on the GoPro, I felt like a child out in the 70’s with no care in the world
We used to base our rides around the route. Now we base them around the cafe stop, the wind and then the route in that order
Approximately two years ago I set out to organise a London to Paris bike ride for anyone at work that was interested in coming with me. The aim, was to raise money for the charity Sanitation First and the consequence would hopefully be fun as well as a positive outcome for the charity. It was…
The task was simple. Find 19 people and get them to ride with me from London to Paris. Oh boy!
It’s a morbid thing to say, but I said recently to someone that if I died tomorrow, don’t feel sorry for me. I’ve crammed a lot into my years compared to some.
I managed to get a photo of Peter Sagan and with my free hand patted him on the back as if it that action alone would validate my meeting of him. I was now officially a Fan Boy!
We had two weeks to find a house 1000 miles away that was suitable for 8 people. We found Girona.
But most importantly, the moral of the story is get off your arse Crow