My eyes open and adjust to the early morning light. The past three days have been wonderful… time spent together in perfect harmony. No fighting, no pain…just hours of comfortable silence. I lay there for a while reflecting on the past six weeks. I know we...
It’s been exactly three weeks since I finished the London to Paris ride and it would be a bit of an understatement to say I’m mentally distracted and physically sluggish. I understand the distracted part… for the last ten months my mind has been...
Apparently it doesn’t matter what country you’re in there’s always “that guy” who can’t stand a chick who passes them on a ride. Every French cyclist – from recreational to elite – gives a wave or nod as you pass on the road. Americans take note. Male cyclists, you...
I know July is a busy month for you, so I’m putting in my requests early in case you need a little extra time on these. First please make sure my bike arrives in London in one piece and on the same flight as me. That would be a bad start to this whole adventure. Once...
It’s fast approaching, that little trip that I began planning about eight months ago. It’s hard to believe that in exactly six weeks I’ll be clipping in to start on the most challenging adventure of my life. Hmmmm. Start list is 127 men, 9 women. NINE? I’ve been...
