We Are The Champions

There are some 'heavily built' cyclists that can put out a surprising turn of speed.  Fortunately for me the leader of my trip turned out to be the other sort - just a fat bastard.  He led us out as a very modest pace and I was able not only to keep up but to chat and enjoy the ride.  There WAS a sodding great hill in the middle but I comfortably beat Fat Bloke at The Back and was only a minute or two behind a couple of the others.  Nothing to boast about but not a disgrace.  The only other Brit in the group, the ex-pro, comfortably won the hill climb.


The itinerary for the rest if the day was interesting....First a leisurely lunch with plenty of wine, then wine tasting, then dinner with plenty of wine.  Finally events I'm good at so a Brit won the drinking too.  The rest of the group are Spanish, Belgian and French and can only look on in awe

This morning it was more cycling, this time on mountain bikes.  Mountain biking is outside my comfort zone but I just tucked myself behind FBATB and got on with.  Now we have time for a quick shower before another wine tasting and then leisurely lunch with wine.  We then have to do some sort of golf activity...a chance for Johnny Foreigner to pick up a trophy.

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