So that's it, that's what we're up to. I know what you're thinking: "How the bloody hell is this woman not a famous travel writer!"
Very interesting stuff about this trip:
*I cycled for two to five hours most days for two months (our Pyrenees ride will be up to 60km a day over mountains) - and I didn't lose an ounce. Actually I put on weight - all my jeans are tight. How did that happen? I would have submitted myself for scientific research but then I remembered - every day I stopped for salt and vinegar crisps and a 2000-plus calorie sandwich involving bacon. Every night I would treat myself to a carb and sugar "soup" of frosted flakes, tinned peaches and cream. Dang, shouldn't have done that.
* My parents are flying in from New Zealand to join us. Mum, 74, will reign supreme in the Support Vehicle and Dad, 75, will be leading the Peloton. Wonder if he knows that?
* We had to bring our bikes and all gear, but in fact the most necessary thing was this goo stuff for girls called Hoo Ha Ride Glide which you slap on your undercarriage. Andrea the Fabulous from Mike's Bikes (best bike shop in the Bay) suggested I also buy a manly version for my husband Kevin but it's more economical if he uses mine. I'm just always looking to save money.
* Cycling is terribly glamorous here in Oakland. On my training rides I started on Pothole Avenue, went up Used Condom Hill and through Broken Glass Tunnel and up Naughty Boy mountain, swerving away from youths driving their mothers' minivans and throwing half eaten McDonalds at me. Plus the padded lyrca shorts are just beaut.
|Bloppy back-arse view of my beaut shorts|
I'm going to miss you - see you in ten days time!