Sitting in cafe/petrol station/whatever soaked to bone, shivering, getting more and more tired, after getting fucked over by a mountain storm, wearing summer kit. With Your car parked on the over side of a 650m high mountain pass.
This happens so bloody often.
Watching the tour yesterday. I half hoped they'd turn the peloton around at the top, hand them a flimsey gilet, and tell them to desend back Down to sea Level. Attempt to revive themselves With a service station latte and a Snickers, while actually just further envoking leg Death. Then Climb a bastard 8.5 % pass to where they've parked the car. Which doesnt contain any dry clothes.
Sitting in cafe/petrol station/whatever soaked to bone, shivering, getting more and more tired, after getting fucked over by a mountain storm, wearing summer kit. With Your car parked on the over side of a 650m high mountain pass.
This happens so bloody often.
Watching the tour yesterday. I half hoped they'd turn the peloton around at the top, hand them a flimsey gilet, and tell them to desend back Down to sea Level. Attempt to revive themselves With a service station latte and a Snickers, while actually just further envoking leg Death. Then Climb a bastard 8.5 % pass to where they've parked the car. Which doesnt contain any dry clothes.
(probs a rant. But hate seemed more appropriate)