Sat 4/10, rode 9hrs(inc stops and getting a bit lost in Roubaix late night) from Highgate to St. Pancras rail stn, London, train to Dover Priory, rode to Dover-Dunkerque ferry, rode Dunkerque-Tournai, the Belges love their frites everywhere, and there's potatoes all along the road, like crumbs on a forest trail, my rusty French came in handy, shame i don't know any Flemish, asking the way to go on various occasions, dodgy, regrettable kebab;
Sun 4/11, rather tired, rode around for 2-3hrs watching Paris-Roubaix Race, the Queen of the Classics, the Hell of The North, hung around Le Carrefour de L'Arbre and a cafe at Cysoing, fantastic, but also wicked, I mean wicked runs, disturbing dream, sleepless;
Mon 4/12, aching,rode 8hrs aching Tournai-Lille-Dunkerque,etc, excruciating knee pain, barely able to turn the pedals, panic-stricken release of gas, finally, delirious 20min ride UP to Highgate magnificent high, ooold, fascinating dream, Vela
Fabian "Spartacus" Cancellara, flying along, leaving the opposition in his dust
the Belgian bike fans, still not that drunk, shudda seen them later
Sun 4/11, rather tired, rode around for 2-3hrs watching Paris-Roubaix Race, the Queen of the Classics, the Hell of The North, hung around Le Carrefour de L'Arbre and a cafe at Cysoing, fantastic, but also wicked, I mean wicked runs, disturbing dream, sleepless;
Mon 4/12, aching,rode 8hrs aching Tournai-Lille-Dunkerque,etc, excruciating knee pain, barely able to turn the pedals, panic-stricken release of gas, finally, delirious 20min ride UP to Highgate magnificent high, ooold, fascinating dream, Vela Fabian "Spartacus" Cancellara, flying along, leaving the opposition in his dust |
the Belgian bike fans, still not that drunk, shudda seen them later
