Name me another cyclist over 60 (apart, that is, from me, and then you have to add ten to that figure) who can regularly get up Gunny Hill without getting off to push.
I was in France again just before Christmas, riding one rotten wet and windy day, and my 'better half' was struggling in the conditions - perhaps inevitably we had been slowed down but had to get home, and the long day ended at 128 kilometres. Not bad, I thought afterwards, for a woman of her age - then remembered that she is fifteen years younger than I am.
It was sunny the following morning, so we went out for a ride to loosen up.
Some silly blighter bet me a gin and tonic at Christmastime that I wouldn't ride down to his home in La Rochelle next week (Feb 12th). The ferry's booked.
regards to all,
