So the time to grow a pair is rapidly approaching. Good intended plans of back to back century rides on weekends have yet to take place, and, an article that appeared this morning as well and truly kicked me in said pair, as to what really lies ahead.
In my defence. One of those weekends when I should have been out pounding the tarmac. I lounged in my favorite armchair till the day was losing it’s luster, before jumping on my mountain bike and promptly breaking my right elbow in a tumbling of the most innocuous kind. Over the handle bars I went executing a 9.7 face plant. So riding a bike as been a little awkward for the last few weeks.
Of course events in Brussels also drew a black cloud over the trip and my Norwegian chum Stale who I talked into suffering through this with me had pointed out last year. Nice Hotels…check….decent food….check…..terrorism hot bed …….check.
So need to get cracking. Should not let wind worry me I live in Bermuda and wind is my friend. Not earth shattering Brussels and wind are also synonymous, especially roasted…