luplowe
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- Location
- Bournemouth
The Last Ten Miles.
It was early one Sunday 1030 or so , the spesh was oiled and ready to go, Your washed and dried sun tan lotion applied time for the lycra time for the ride.. The computer is charged and attached to the bike-- right profile selected as it beeps with delight..--the backpak is packed with a sandwich and some reading- and all those bits you hope you wont be needing.. Your still wearing that helmet even though its busted then on go the shoes and are suitably adjusted. You throw your leg over the right foot clips in
You sit and ponder before the ride begins… You pull the trigger and push of with vigger oh the need for a good average speed.. At first you feel cold you think shall I go back but then you remember its always like that. You look up at the clouds and give a cautious grin the blood needs to pump so its time to spin. 20 30 40 miles go by but sometimes you cant help wondering why. You beg for forgiveness and hope for some grace but wherever you turn the wind is in your face. The cars lorries the other cyclists to some times they wave but mostly they poopoo. But then the sun breaks through and there’s no need to threat but your backside is sore cause its swimming in sweat. You flick through the gears using total integration your body aches from the bumps and vibration, Mouth full of sawdust from the lack of hydration- so you just keep pedalling trying to keep a clear head knowing things will improve soon- cause it’s the homeward leg the work is done the hills are climbed 10 miles to go and thers beer is on your mind
People must think your bloody crazy but the last 10 miles are just pure gravy..
It was early one Sunday 1030 or so , the spesh was oiled and ready to go, Your washed and dried sun tan lotion applied time for the lycra time for the ride.. The computer is charged and attached to the bike-- right profile selected as it beeps with delight..--the backpak is packed with a sandwich and some reading- and all those bits you hope you wont be needing.. Your still wearing that helmet even though its busted then on go the shoes and are suitably adjusted. You throw your leg over the right foot clips in
You sit and ponder before the ride begins… You pull the trigger and push of with vigger oh the need for a good average speed.. At first you feel cold you think shall I go back but then you remember its always like that. You look up at the clouds and give a cautious grin the blood needs to pump so its time to spin. 20 30 40 miles go by but sometimes you cant help wondering why. You beg for forgiveness and hope for some grace but wherever you turn the wind is in your face. The cars lorries the other cyclists to some times they wave but mostly they poopoo. But then the sun breaks through and there’s no need to threat but your backside is sore cause its swimming in sweat. You flick through the gears using total integration your body aches from the bumps and vibration, Mouth full of sawdust from the lack of hydration- so you just keep pedalling trying to keep a clear head knowing things will improve soon- cause it’s the homeward leg the work is done the hills are climbed 10 miles to go and thers beer is on your mind
People must think your bloody crazy but the last 10 miles are just pure gravy..