‘Only small rolling hills’ he said…

I can always count on J to ride behind me keeping check on things like my dirty chainstays, my pedal stroke and my gear choice – periodically calling me a ‘masher’ because I push a bigger gear than I should for the cadence I’m keeping – or something… I’m moving forward, surely that’s what counts – even if it is in a gear and pace that causes my knees to make noises only dogs can hear?

Far be it from me to question a pro sprinter with 8 million race wins in his legs and a commercial pilots licence to his credentials. The man can fly in more than one way … Go Jet Set!

About 8 leg burning climbs and 23 miles later we reached the turn around point. I always thought what went up must come down but funny enough every one of those 8 climbs turned into a climb on the way home too…  Never again!

Except maybe today….