nice thread.
this year; after a reasonable ride from dieppe we crossed the bridge at poisy and entered some kind of fracture in the time space continuum ie got hideously lost in the paris suburbs including 20 minutes in the car park under la defense, took us about 3 hours to do the last 20 km - really frustrating more than tiring. not helped by loosing map, needing a piss every 30 mins and asking middle aged couples for directions and having to stand around patiently while they argued about their directions. 1 guy even told us that we were crazy for attempting this "giro" (if i had known what he was saying i think i might have punched him), finally got showed the way by an african guy working in a petrol station. getting onto the champs elysées made it all worth while (felt like we had new legs bolted on).
totally bonked out on my first (and only) club ride (round st albans). was on a bike bike i didn't like (a harry hall that was slightly too big), with a bunch of nazis who seemed to cycle really slowly (which i found really tiring in it's self). started to feel tired round the 60 mile mark so went and bought chocolate bars and fizzy drinks from petrol station, felt great for 20 mins, then absolutely nothing in the tank. got the train home. i was only 20 at the time, hence my ignorance about sugary hits. now i know, calvados or brandy is the way to go :)
nice thread.
this year; after a reasonable ride from dieppe we crossed the bridge at poisy and entered some kind of fracture in the time space continuum ie got hideously lost in the paris suburbs including 20 minutes in the car park under la defense, took us about 3 hours to do the last 20 km - really frustrating more than tiring. not helped by loosing map, needing a piss every 30 mins and asking middle aged couples for directions and having to stand around patiently while they argued about their directions. 1 guy even told us that we were crazy for attempting this "giro" (if i had known what he was saying i think i might have punched him), finally got showed the way by an african guy working in a petrol station. getting onto the champs elysées made it all worth while (felt like we had new legs bolted on).
totally bonked out on my first (and only) club ride (round st albans). was on a bike bike i didn't like (a harry hall that was slightly too big), with a bunch of nazis who seemed to cycle really slowly (which i found really tiring in it's self). started to feel tired round the 60 mile mark so went and bought chocolate bars and fizzy drinks from petrol station, felt great for 20 mins, then absolutely nothing in the tank. got the train home. i was only 20 at the time, hence my ignorance about sugary hits. now i know, calvados or brandy is the way to go :)