But Mandy and Rob .... they have heard my cycling stories. I play down the FNRttC experiences, but they sense there is more to it. They came to see me finish PBP in Paris, as a surprise. They are unique. They understand. They are not sporting fit, but they are fit through their professions. Their bikes? Hmmm, a little heavy, a little wide tyred, a little mudguarded, a little pannier racked ... with panniers. Simon's email was ringing in my ears: "I know that whatever I say, some of you are going to turn up kitted out for an expedition to Kazakhstan".
Ok, so Mandy and Rob will fulfil this prophecy and Simon can say he was right. I'll cope with that, especially if that pannier is filled with cake, Christmas cake or mince pies maybe, to be shared amongst the Fridays at a time when moral needs a little boosting.
But I didn't expect the knitting needles to come out!
Only when uploading the photos at home, do a realise the onlooker, central to the picture! Simon! Susie help me!!
I'm just hoping that Christmas is a time for forgiving. In any case, Simon was a little poorly, poorly by microbes, somewhat subdued, probably too poorly to care.
Maybe he'll now rephrase: "I know that whatever I say, some of you are going to turn up knitted out for an expedition to Kazakhstan".
It was cold. To me, it was colder than in March. My finger tips got cold, so I put a second pair of gloves on. That transferred my cold thoughts to my cold toes. My solution to that was to put a burst of speed on. Seemed to work. I was on my single speed commuter bike. That was enough to get me warm on the climbs. Amazing though, maybe because it is such a light bike, those climbs were not much trouble. Just get out of the saddle, get into a rhythm, and before you know it, the smallest council house in Britain is in sight. Because it was on a climb I didn't stop to take a picture, but I was pleasantly surprised to find it on the Rayleigh village board.
|Bottom left - smallest council house|
|Photo take in March|
It is only Sunday evening, but I already have the Tuesday Blues. Or is it the lovely Davywalnuts' post on Cyclechat that got me?
"At a walnut stop near North Ockendon, something glistened to me through churned up mud. It was a necklace with a cross attached. Am not religious, but it spoke to me, like chocolate does, and leaving the muddy and churned up necklace behind, I took the cross. The last time I took that route home, a few months ago, I took a call from my Dad saying my nan had died. She was very religious and so as a good luck charm, it shall now go with me on rides."
Special thank you to Simon for organising and continuing to organise. What a great FNRttC year it has been.
I hope the Fridays will enjoy the festive season and that 2012 will be full of rides you wish for.
Photos are on the slideshow till the next ride or here: Clicky