Etape du Tour – (cr)Act 2

Hullo faithful friends, now that i'm able to lift a finger to the keyboard without fear of collapsing, i can convey some sincere thanks for your support and generosity over the last week. we've managed to raise almost £1,000 for Plan and their work in Kwapa, Uganda, in a very short time.  i've been incredibly touched by your show of collective munificence, so thank you again. the ride itself was epic: nearly ten hours in (or around) the saddle, four and half of those climbing, and almost the same amount of time under rain.  the descents were slick, exhilarating and, once the fingers began to fail from the cold, more than a little worrying.  but what an amazing feeling, plummteting out of the clouds alongside a select group of lycra-clad nut-cases (proving there's still some truth in the old proverb about shit and hills). i managed to place respectably (1476 out of 4696 starters) from a position fairly far back in the pack (i was a little too honest when answering the questions about previous experience).  When i commented to Tash that next time i would do whatever it took to start near the front, i was met with a gaze of such withering intensity that i quickly realized i'm not likely to be hitting anyone up for funds again, any time soon. so, there's some further evidence, if you can be arsed, in the shape of:   photos route and stats videos   you'll be pleased to know, none of these show me in a particularly flattering light. with thanks and salutations.   jay p.s. tomorrow (Wednesday's) stage of the Tour will follow our exact route -- Pau to Bagneres-de-Luchon.  it would be nice to see the views on telly that were hidden by clouds on the day, but, if i'm honest,  i'd probably rather the pro's got served a heaping plate of rain and suffering.  is that so wrong?…

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some small news….

for those few of you out there who don't read The Wife's Blog, here's a wee update: due in February. Gender unknown. Siblings would have rather gone to Disney Land. And, as my Dad pointed out, there goes Freedom Fifty-five. All that aside, the results of the scan show there's a healthy little person in there who, we hope, will bring a nice triangulate effect to the current head-to-head action going on in my house. And we're over the moon. I've opened an account at the Bank of Sleep and plan on making some deposits. happy Wednesday all.

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Sludgestonbury 2011

Hard to believe, but that most anticipated of weekends has come and gone quicker than a whiff of distant toilets. It was a bit of an odd one for several reasons: weather - all four seasons rolled into one weekend that seemed to just keep rolling an all-media blackout come Sunday: worked the SLR, which died, and then the phone, which also died. but there was a lot of output from those first few days. namely: 200-odd photos some videos (some of which may get cut down any minute by the copyright bot on Utube) we met an owl mud in quantities not seen since the Somme despite yelling his name repeatedly, we never found Dan (or Darragh, for that matter) our neighbours packed up at daybreak on Sunday, citing a 'Bad Glastonbury' (we weren't brave enough to ask if we contributed to the Badness, but, to our credit, we discussed how we could fix it for them for hours after they left). [Team, you know who you are, and you know there are more: feel free to contribute your own bits of oddness in the comments.....]   highlights, to name a few: Queens of the Stone Age - thanks to David, and his very generous back stage pass, i managed to sneak up alongside the Other stage and watch the entire gig from beside the smoke machines, about 20m to the right of the band. it was an up close display of some incredible guitar-based jousting, and probably the musical highlight of many a Glastonbury for me (a fact cemented by a chance run in with Josh as he came offstage, a quick shake of his massive, calloused, ginger hand and some effusive compliments from me) Absynth: the twister of many a face, stomach and, i'm sad to say, morning Fuck Off: it became the watchword(s) of the weekend, for which we discovered many interesting uses (including some that…

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Bike Trip – Tidying Up

despite being months behind in other happenings, the Tour de Florida has been playing on my mind a little. here's the last few scraps.  next up, Panama! 10 Things: 1. A journey of 1000 miles really does start with that first step/stroke/revolution, although there are easier ways to prove it. 2. Americans, at least the ones that I met, were genuinely nice, courteous, friendly, fat and incredulous that someone would want to make such a journey. They also showed due respect to my two wheels, and, with the exception of two separate ladies driving Escalades, never even came close to running me off the road. Even when there wasn't much of it. 3. Bike Fit! Don’t be tortured by various niggling elements brought about by second guessing the many parameters that need to be figured out in order to cycle pain free. Do your knees/back/arse a favour: pony up and get someone to measure it out. 4. Multiples: these mean what they say. Ten miles is a long way, one hundred is a hell of a lot further. No amount of dividing, adding and subtracting what it says on the computer is going to make you get there any faster. Especially if it's windy. 5. I just assumed my brain would work loads of things out as i rode -- characters, plot, the meaning of life. It didn't. Mostly it was just sweating punctuated with the odd bit of groaning. 6. It is only just possible to live for two and a half weeks on American Roadfood. Much longer than that, and parts of your body will start to fall off.  Associated with this is my index of Evil Substances:  Gatorade -7, Redbull -8, 5-hour energy - off the Richter. drink at your peril. 7. Key West is multi-layered and expensive. If you want to get past the typical drunken Duval-street stumbling-and-Hemmingway experience, you will have to apply yourself to…

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Photos: by the Left. March

an eventful month, by all accounts.  the first half of March was a torrent of cycle-induced sweatiness, while the second half, spent in Panamania,  also had something of a liquid theme. here is the evidence as it currently stands. if i had to pick a favourite, i think it might still have to be the portrait of a self-professed Conch lunatic.  

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A Sort of Homecoming – Days 18 -19

Wednesday, 16 March 2011 Two Lessons: Avon Park – 12:23 Always trust the GPS (Although you should aggressively resist this advice if you find yourself being directed over the edge of a cliff). In my experience on this trip, the machine just seems to have a nose for the better roads -- which is good, since my usual routine involves scratching my head for a while at the crossroads, then unerringly opting for the traffic-clogged straightaway. Current theories (what else am I supposed to think about for all those revolutions?) is that the software grades the busyness of each road, or it’s following the shortest non-highway distance between two points, or i'm just a bit of a doughnut when it comes to route selection. All three could fly. Case in point, the SH64 pretty much wins the derby for the ideal Floridian cycling road (and i would have completely missed it if i had listened to GoogleMaps, which told me to continue north on the reliable but somewhat staid 17). By contrast, the SH64 has been showing off its gentle topography like a giddy pubescent, rolling through gentle farmland with cows that calmly mark your passing with a quizzical look and a few more chews on the proverbial. There is an almost total absence of cars, and the tractors make you feel genuinely quick for a change. The houses, where there are any, are set well back from the road among orchards, fragrant fields, rusting cars and peeling For Sale signs. It seems like quite a pleasant place to spend a few hours, though of course, that may have something to do with the fact that it will only be a few hours. Also, bizarrely, at times this morning it has felt as though I have been slyly wetting myself. This is possibly because I started fiddling with my seat position again in Arcadia and now I seem to have hoisted it…

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