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New New Years resolution
After last year’s successful ‘Everything Matters’ may I present my guiding words for 2014 …
Cascade of blogs
My WordPress app continues to lose my blog posts and I am finding it hard to find the time to rewrite all my missing posts. Here is a month of bloggs in one go ….
Veil of tears
So I’m up at 05:30 so that I can arrive in Galway early enough so that I can get a good spin in before Sunday lunch.
On the outskirts of Galway City I see two cyclists clipping in 200m ahead. ‘Come on you’re late! They’re 3 minutes up the road ahead of us’
I am about to shout that I’m not the guy they’re waiting for but their backs are turned and they are spinning out the road to Moycullen.
Twenty minutes later my vision is narrowing and I am wiping a mixture of sweat, spit, snot, blood and what I think is lung off my lips as I struggle to keep the wheel of a guy in front. The guy in front I now believe to be Eoghan Clifford (the wonders of Strava). I have he to thank for dragging me up to the main group of the Galwy Bay cycle club, whose club spin I was now on.
In the thirty kilometre chase up the road I learned one thing; The Dew Drop Inn is on Cross Street.. I know this because that information is displayed on the rear of the Galway Bay CC cycle shorts and my face was never more 3m away from it the whole way from Dangan to Oughtarard.
From then on the spin got easier but wetter. There were > 40 guys on the spin and they were all very friendly and helpful but fast.
So much for easy winter miles …
Essential equipment
Looks like the Guy who invented Crack cocaine is at it again. A Paul Smith limited edition Pinarello! Time for me to hit Wonga.com
Galeriens du Mount Ventoux
Nearly 15 hours after we started in Bedoin myself rode into the clouds sitting atop Mount Ventoux and arrived at the summit of le Geant.
One line rider gripped the summit pole, his bike lying lifeless on the ground. He seemed to be trying to take in the magnitude of what he had achieved.
‘Oh us? This is our fourth time cycling up to day’ I still remember him standing there with his mouth dropped open and a distance stare in his eyes as we posed for this photo. I almost felt bad for busting his bubble but 187 km and 6000m of accent including over 10 km off road climbing we had to tell someone and he was the only one around.
Confessions of a Velophile 