The more things change …
It was the helicopters I heard first, approaching from the west, still quite high and then swooping lower, following the riders up the last winding ascent before the road flattened on the headland of Cap Frehel, Brittany.
Somewhere out of view, near the flamme rouge which marks 1 kilometre to the finish, began a Mexican wave of sound, a crescendo which rippled along the ten-deep bands of yellow-capped spectators lining either side of the road. Continue reading “A view of Le Tour 2011”
The catch phrase,”Can you ride tandem?” comes from a long line of PG tips tea adverts.
You may remember it?
It seems appropriate this week to mention it as it was called ‘Tour de France.’
Well until today I couldn’t say that I’d ever tried a tandem, but this afternoon that all changed.
At our annual cycling club BBQ we strolled into the garage to ‘ew’ and ‘awe’ over the host’s new acquisition – a super light framed bike. The garage was full of bikes and bike bits and other bike related stuff. The car didn’t have a look in. The mower was squeezed in a corner.
I wandered off after seeing the bike, but soon returned to see what was going on when I heard jollity: a tandem had been unearthed and various folk were being allowed a go. Continue reading ““Can you ride tandem?””
Well ok, true confessions time; I’m supposed to be packing to go on hols but I’m distracted by looking at puppy pics I’m supposed to be emailing to friends and investigating waterproof camera housings. Continue reading “Puppy pics”