Night Rider

On the 20th August, in Lincolnshire, twilight ends and night starts in earnest at 21:45. The night ends, and twilight begins, at 4:26. It may still be dark in the twilight but the glimmerings of the sun (and hope) will be visible. It does, of course, mean that for six and a half long hours Martin and I will be riding in the inky black – the route lit only by our lights, the spread out twinkling of other cyclists, glow sticks (we’re told), and the glare of the occasional passing HGV. Continue reading “Night Rider”

Evans’ Reading Sportive

The Reading Sportive was hugely entertaining, well staffed, and attended by some thoroughly nice cyclists. I had plenty of company for the first stage of about 19 miles, rather less company for the second stage of 19 miles – and rode the whole of the last stage (25 miles) alone bar the final 2 miles. I had a very nice conversation with a chap called David (from Kingston), reassurance on the route from two nice ladies who had rather more confidence in the pink Evans signs than I did (there was some serious divergence from the published sat-nav route) and a tissue on which to blow my nose from a pretty girl at the first rest stop. See? Thoroughly nice all round. Continue reading “Evans’ Reading Sportive”

Newcastle to London in 24 hours? Madness.

At last New Year’s Party I was chatting with a friend, Simon (the mud-covered chap below), and he told me that he intended to cycle from Newcastle to London in 24 hours to celebrate his birthday. If anyone could do it he could, but no – I wasn’t interested in his kind invitation to join him. I mean, I’d be delighted to do something like a 10K run with him or, perhaps, cycle the Devon coast to coast – but Newcastle to London? Seriously? Do I look like a bloody idiot? I know my limitations!

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