Having planned my two week trip to the Alps way back at Christmas I begun to ponder how best to get to France? I could fly to Geneva but that would require a bike box which I suspected I wouldn't be able to fit on my back for the entire trip, or I could ride to France and catch the TGV from Paris to Geneva. I'm a little bit crazy so opted to ride to Paris, and given I was riding to Paris, why not do it in 24 hours? The perfect way to arrive fresh in the mountains…
After months of planning and working out what to take on my trip to France, I’ve finally nailed down the kit list and tried to pack it all down with two weeks to go. I wanted to strike a reasonable balance between weight and cost without compromising myself along the way.
When I started planning my trip to the Alps back in January it felt like a lifetime away, but now I'm sat here at the end of May, counting down the day until I head overseas, it sudden feels like time simply skipped the spring and dropped me off right at the end of May. There are now only 22 days until I start my adventure and ride my bike overseas for the first time…
I’m used to riding around country lanes in Yorkshire and strongly questioned the lap culture so decided to try out as much as I could in the weekend and see what I discovered and how it compared to the north.
Cyclists are a fairly predictable bunch; most of us follow a familiar routine, or if you're from the south, your cycling ritual. The ritual is supposed to make the lead up to each ride as relaxing as possible so that the ride itself can be an enjoyable experience. Even on the ride most people have a fairly consistent ritual, even if they don't realise it.
I love riding my bike and love eating food; these are two of my favorite activities and take up a lot of my time. Obviously, the two things go hand in hand; the more I ride, the more I tend to eat as I burn through a lot of energy doing so many miles each day. The problem sometimes face though is eating enough to sustain all that activity.
I like cars. As a child I grew up watching TopGear and dreaming of owning a a supercar; as an adult I still have that dream. If money was no object of course I'd love an Aston Martin One-77, or the biggest, fattest Range Rover in the world. But what's all this got to do with cycling?
Lanterne Rouge; the competitor in last position in the Tour De France. Also the fitting title for my trip this summer. A trip not about going fast, but going far and enjoying new roads and views every day. It's a trip where going slow is probably going to be much more fun than going fast.
January 1st rolls around and the Strava statistics tick back down to zero. It's an odd time of year where you look back on the last twelve months with a mixture of happiness and sadness.