Ha haaaaaa! 3 Marlborough hills conquered … each in one go! There was drizzle (nice and refreshing), there was blustery wind (not so nice), there was a quick pit stop 37 miles in for a sarnie, and there were a beautiful couple of glasses of Sauvignon when I got home.
Tomorrow is the real test. Not sure how I will feel about getting on Rusty Bob again tomorrow but it must be done, the Stroud Valleys await. In 2 weeks and 6 days I have to get up and get back on Rusty Bob for 5 consecutive days.
Sung to the tune of Twelve Days of Christmas (obviously):
Twelve miles an hour average
Eleven miles an hour winds
Ten squashed roadkill
Nine mental wobbles
Eight … hundred and 77 feet high
Seven little towns
Six … ty six miles cycled
Five faaaaaaat flies
(A)Four 29 quite scary
Three big climbs
Two white horses
And a pint of wine when I got home!
Tomorrow is the real test. Not sure how I will feel about getting on Rusty Bob again tomorrow but it must be done, the Stroud Valleys await. In 2 weeks and 6 days I have to get up and get back on Rusty Bob for 5 consecutive days.
Sung to the tune of Twelve Days of Christmas (obviously):
Twelve miles an hour average
Eleven miles an hour winds
Ten squashed roadkill
Nine mental wobbles
Eight … hundred and 77 feet high
Seven little towns
Six … ty six miles cycled
Five faaaaaaat flies
(A)Four 29 quite scary
Three big climbs
Two white horses
And a pint of wine when I got home!
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