Mambo Italiano

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Just when you thought it was safe to go back into Facebook!

So, your intrepid hero returned from Australia and sat around for 8 weeks picking flaking skin off his nose and watching all that fitness ooze out of his legs onto the carpet.   I had high hopes for lots of Spring cycling but these were thwarted by global warming which, unaccountably, seems to make it much COLDER.  The brief appearance of summer a couple of weeks ago helped, but my ambassadorial robes, which arrived a month ago, have only had a few outings and I have mostly just been eating the Ferrero Rocher and watching my waistline expand. 

What I need is a bit of sun and, as you can see from the photo, some exercise!

As luck would have it, I have a little cycling 'mini-break' that fits the bill perfectly....on Saturday I am off to Pisa for a week of cycling in Tuscany.  This is real 'cycling for softies' stuff with a support van to carry the crap, nice comfy hotels and none of that 100+ miles per day nonsense.  

Neil is coming (it's like trying to shake off herpes), as are 3 more of the Chard Massive, and even Knobby is gracing us with his presence.   In total we are a merry band of 7, joined by another 12 complete strangers (don't worry, we won't talk to them) as part of a Bike Adventures tour.   My 'duties' on the trip are confined to delivering the morning route briefing - a crushing burden that I will do my best to shoulder.

If you have any sense whatsoever you will call your broker now and buy shares in Peroni!

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