The boys are going up, again. Follow the stupidity here as they conquer 20,000 metres of hell in a week. Or not; we'll find out. September 3 - 10 2011.
Le Route. Oh.
Friday, 26 August 2011
The final minute preparations...
The last weekend of training and luckily it's a Bank Holiday. So it's a gentle warm up on Saturday: Ditchling Beacon times ten. That's go up, come down, go up, repeat etc., then ride back to London. What fun. Sunday, the North Downs. Cavendish did it in 3 hours 18 minutes, we will be lucky to make 6 hours. Monday: Rowlands Castle. That's the little village a stone's throw from Porstsmouth. Ride there from Clapham. 80 miles. It really will be LeTourDeSaddleSore. Most bikes are now serviced: Eric and I have had gear trouble; Nige and Tim have gone the whole hog and bought new bikes (check out this stunna: http://www.specialized.com/gb/gb/bc/SBCProduct.jsp?spid=52870&scid=1001&scname=Road), Neil has checked the decibel level of his cranking bottom bracket; Andy has opted for a 34/32 granny gear to maintain his mountain goat status; James has a bike bag that costs more than most people's cars (top man). Thursday will be van pick up (go Charlie) pasta frenzy and the last supper. All week is bike drop-off at Eric's. Friday morning and Charlie, Paul and Nigel start the long drive. Friday evening and it's well met in Geneva for the van and Tim. Saturday: the flight arrives and the boys are in town. Bring it on...
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What it is all about
1910: At the top of the Aubisque, Desgrange (the founder of the Tour De France) and the other officials awaited the first riders. It was Lapize who emerged first, his face a perfect rictus of agony. On the stage’s final climb and with the pain of the Tourmalet still in his legs, it was at that moment that Lapize uttered the words for which he would become famous: “Vous êtes des assassins!”
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