Cue Pearl Jam......
Sigh, it's been embarrassingly long since I even looked at the blog let alone scribed. Even now I have to confess that it is only a combination of night on my own combined with the feeling of disgust that the BBC dare to show Raiders of the Lost Ark on prime time TV (it's 30 years old!) and the finish of the darts for tonight (an extreme end of the spectrum from cycling but utterly, utterly perfect for post Christmas blues) that has made me log on and tap.
Anyway, I'll say it now - I HAVE NOT LOST MY LOVE OF THE TWO WHEELS. If anything my love has grown to such an utter state of obsession that I spend all of my time either reading or thinking about it but sadly, at the moment, simply not enough time actually doing it.
This love was never more evident than last week when I managed to get out for 2 hours in what seemed like the height of summer in comparison to recent weeks (it was 7.5' on my Garmin). I'd eased off on the tyre pressure a tad, rubbed in my Rapha embrocation (tingly!) and just rode steady. It was a ride of total bliss - the legs pumped with just the right level of ache, the wheels rolled and I just sat in a zone of total harmony with the Extreme C for 2 hours of total escapism. Bliss.
I'll be ramping up the posts again as the season starts and I resolve to get back in the groove but, in the meantime I will leave a question for anybody who ever stumbles across this site -
Why isn't there a decent book available about either Gino Bartali (he drank 20 espressi a day - he's earned a good read!) or Bernard Hinault - truly shocking!
