I’ve been in a slight daze since arriving home, I can’t explain what just happened… yes, we cycled 700km across a mountain range, climbing one and a half times the height of Everest in five and half days, but that doesn’t tell you very much. Yes, we ate several times our own body weight in food including caffeinated drinks, changed wet clothes more often than Cara Delevingne at a fashion show, shivered, swore, got sore and often silently wept as the mountainside refused to accommodate us and ease the gradient. Yes, our muscles felt torn apart as the job of carrying our weight and water and bike and kit fell to those poor quadriceps of ours, but there was so much more to it than that. Some things are hard to put into words, a bit like a soldier back from a tour of duty, anecdotes don’t really tell the whole story, though we have plenty of them; James S being caught in the middle of a level crossing when the barriers went down, Richard getting up close and personal with a zebra crossing, Barney resembling a block of ice on top of Tourmalet, Franca’s rear mech shearing off and several other potentially catastrophic mechanical failures, our bedside table turning into a firework, Calder and Geoff losing the use of one leg, Rupert discovering half his gears on the last day etc. But there was so much that wasn’t said, that was intangible, but became the defining part of our experience. Continue reading “What just happened?”
By James S
At 12.30pm French time, after a wet and cold 65km ride that typified the preceding 700km distance and 13.5km ascent of the week, the C2C Team rolled onto the promenade at Argelès sur Mer to the sweet sight of the Mediterranean sand and sea. Continue reading “We’ve done it!!”
Some people are in the sea, they think it’s all over ….. it is now! Continue reading “They think it’s all over…it is now!”
We woke in trepidation after Chris had billed the day as “Day 4 plus” – the stats would suggest he was right at 140km and 2800m of climbing. Greeted at breakfast by leaden skies it was clear that the weather was not going to help and Kate’s clinic was open on the restaurant floor as Geoff’s knee was not looking good. Continue reading “What a day! – C2C Day Five, Part 2”
The Weather : I’m not sure what a 40% chance of rain really means, but if you added up all the percentages for today it totalled 370%, and so we set off in a moderate state of precipitation. Continue reading “Il pleu comme vache, avec un grande prostate, qui pisse! C2C Day Five, Part 1”
Day 4 saw us travel between Bagneres de Luchon and Foix by, as my travel insurance terms it, cycling (main mode of transport). This trip has so far been one of contrasts. Yesterday we were freezing on the Tourmalet in rain and today sun and panoramic views across the Pyrenees. Continue reading “Riders in the mist and days of contrast – C2C Day Four”
Epic was a word used at the briefing on Sunday evening for one of the Cols we had to climb – we have 17 in all.
What’s kept us pedalling this week? Continue reading “What keeps us pedalling?”
Sung to the tune of “it’s a long way to Tipperary”….
It’s a long way up Tourmalet
It’s a long way I swear!
It’s a long way up Tourmalet,
And NO view when you get there!
Howling gales and lashing wind
And only 2 degrees,
It’s a long way up Tourmalet,
But 17 made it there!!!!!! Continue reading “C2C Day Three – Il (finalement) fait du soleil!”
All seventeen riders were hoping that the Gods would shine on them today, both literally and metaphorically after yesterday’s torrential rain.
Continue reading “C2C Day Two, Part 2”
When we woke this morning, most of us assumed that via some random space portal we had been transported to Cumbria. There were slate roofs, sheep on the hills, flowing rivers and glimpses of larger peaks shrouded in cloud – oh and it was raining! Hot milk with our coffee and a fresh croissant restored us to the here and now and at 8:30 we rolled out. Continue reading “Il pleut comme vache qui pisse – C2C Day Two, Part 1”