I was not one of them.
Arising at 5:45 to the sound of torrential rain, I breakfasted, packed my bag and awaited the arrival of Richard Oddy with the Pedaltours van. Collecting Richard's son-in-law Ivan from Ngaruawahia, we headed for Okoroire, where it was merely drizzling, in good time. By the 10am start, it was raining steadily, and as the day went on, the wind and rain increased steadily .
Usually I ride the fixie at Okoroire, but this time I rode the Hurlow.
With my present lack of fitness and the strong wind, I made frequent of the 12 gears as I shamelessly wheelsucked my way to the finish. This strategy got me to the last couple of kms, but a strong effort up the last rise (and past the official photographer) finished me off, and I crawled to the finish.RESULTS 'alla Francaise'
2 comments:
You are a double-hard bastard, no matter what other people are saying about you.
Bro, such brazen sycophancy is always appreciated.
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