In our house we are all geeting geared up for tomorrow night’s Dunwich Dynamo.
the lycra’s been dusted off ,the padded pants dug out of the cupboard ( their second use is an anti-static duster ) , the flapjack made , the Red Bulls are a chillin in the fridge in the fridge ., the route researched .
To be honest ,I’m a bit worried about that last wiggly bit from Saxmundham – but it should be Ok if I keep in second gear , keep my eyes open for wild boar and turn radio 4 up loud ( did i mention I am going in the car )
take a peek and wish them luck
For a moment then I was convinced you were cycling Rachel!
OMG , a couple of years ago some friends lent me a bike and John and I went cycilng with them ,along the towpath at hampton Court – the picnic was packed, the sun shone and it was all very Enid Blyton – apart from my swearing .After about 400m ( metres not miles ) i was in agony .My bum hurt so much – i had to ride the dam thing ,semi-standing .I guess that’s the price you pay for being a size eight ( teen-and counting ) with a pointy coccyx !
Dan and Rory remember a family holiday in the New Forest where I threw a bike down on the ground when I couldn’t work out the gears! Bodies like ours Rachel are not made to cycle! Xxx
No, they are meant to be worshipped !