Wednesday, 31 August 2011
Tuesday, 16 August 2011
Sunday, 7 August 2011
first time in Lawrenny
rode 8 hours on Friday and 5 hours yesterday, most of them with this song echoing in my little brain
started along the A48 from cardiff to Bridgend, saw DD, had a brief chat in the sunshine
rode on, lost my way a little in Port Talbot, asked a bloke on a mtn bike, we ended up riding together for 5 miles or so, he was riding home from his shift at the steelworks
a hard man, Celtic stock, the wind rushing by, the moment of connection
i spoke of my seemingly miraculous recovery
he talked of the agony of having a child with a life-threatening medical condition, and how all else pales
he's hoping to bring his family to New Zealand, a fresh start
we go our own ways, but before we do we shake hands, the hardness disappears for a moment and the sun warms our hearts
along the coast towards Swansea
then i found Carmarthen Rd only to lose it and ended up in Pontardulais, no choice but to get on the A48.
even on the dual carriageway i am elated at the scenery and the decreasing distance to the far West
flashback to the manic traffic of the motorway between Mexico City and Queretaro, even as the cars flash by me at high speed it seems somewhat more predictable than in Mexico (!)
mighty glad to finally get to St Clears, and off the main road
wishing it wasn't so late
but the remaining miles are stunning
Ludchurch Cross to Tanner's Lane will be another mythical stretch in the history of my cycling soul...
even as the sunlight fades and i feel the familiar elation of another day in the saddle completed, i want to linger and truly absorb the NOW
reason propels me forward and i somehow manage to find Sean's caravan in the twilight
Embarrassed possessed and so uncivilised
Just take a look at the whites of my eyes
See me now and I will apologise
For me for you we knew they were lies
It makes me angry ashamed but really alive
It may have worked but at what price
What's the point in always looking back
When all you see is more and more junk
It was no surface but all feeling
Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming
Maybe richer maybe wiser
Seems so easy to not go too far
Beg me to stop hate my face I know
They tell me forever just to go
Just one thing before I get to sleep
Nothing here but the stains on my teeth
No not blood just liquid from you
I only wish it was the truth
Feel the guilt of a sinner
Feel the cold of a winter
It was no surface but all feeling
Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming
then yesterday set off late riding back...so hard to break away. To St Clears, along Tanner's Lane once more. So late I chose to go back on the A48 but onyl to Carmarthen. Then towards Llanelli, slow, hungry?energy waning, sporadic showers. Thinking of taking the train home from Swansea. Soaked in Llanelli, inspired as i rode past Parc y Scarlets, SOSBAN BACH! finally start feeling stronger, even as the conditions worsen. Tempted to keep riding but a text from Nino puts paid to such unreasonable thoughts and i end up staying for some tea with him and Nic and then the train home
started along the A48 from cardiff to Bridgend, saw DD, had a brief chat in the sunshine
rode on, lost my way a little in Port Talbot, asked a bloke on a mtn bike, we ended up riding together for 5 miles or so, he was riding home from his shift at the steelworks
a hard man, Celtic stock, the wind rushing by, the moment of connection
i spoke of my seemingly miraculous recovery
he talked of the agony of having a child with a life-threatening medical condition, and how all else pales
he's hoping to bring his family to New Zealand, a fresh start
we go our own ways, but before we do we shake hands, the hardness disappears for a moment and the sun warms our hearts
along the coast towards Swansea
then i found Carmarthen Rd only to lose it and ended up in Pontardulais, no choice but to get on the A48.
even on the dual carriageway i am elated at the scenery and the decreasing distance to the far West
flashback to the manic traffic of the motorway between Mexico City and Queretaro, even as the cars flash by me at high speed it seems somewhat more predictable than in Mexico (!)
mighty glad to finally get to St Clears, and off the main road
wishing it wasn't so late
but the remaining miles are stunning
Ludchurch Cross to Tanner's Lane will be another mythical stretch in the history of my cycling soul...
even as the sunlight fades and i feel the familiar elation of another day in the saddle completed, i want to linger and truly absorb the NOW
reason propels me forward and i somehow manage to find Sean's caravan in the twilight
"No Surface All Feeling"
Embarrassed possessed and so uncivilised
Just take a look at the whites of my eyes
See me now and I will apologise
For me for you we knew they were lies
It makes me angry ashamed but really alive
It may have worked but at what price
What's the point in always looking back
When all you see is more and more junk
It was no surface but all feeling
Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming
Maybe richer maybe wiser
Seems so easy to not go too far
Beg me to stop hate my face I know
They tell me forever just to go
Just one thing before I get to sleep
Nothing here but the stains on my teeth
No not blood just liquid from you
I only wish it was the truth
Feel the guilt of a sinner
Feel the cold of a winter
It was no surface but all feeling
Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming
then yesterday set off late riding back...so hard to break away. To St Clears, along Tanner's Lane once more. So late I chose to go back on the A48 but onyl to Carmarthen. Then towards Llanelli, slow, hungry?energy waning, sporadic showers. Thinking of taking the train home from Swansea. Soaked in Llanelli, inspired as i rode past Parc y Scarlets, SOSBAN BACH! finally start feeling stronger, even as the conditions worsen. Tempted to keep riding but a text from Nino puts paid to such unreasonable thoughts and i end up staying for some tea with him and Nic and then the train home
WALES!
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