Well, I got nowhere near the Rapha Festive 500. Many congratulations to all of those who braved wind, rain and snow to log the miles. I reckon my own festive kms totalled a measly 150. They were not entirely uneventful though, with copious refreshment on this first (thanks to brimming hipflask and a welcome Shepherd Neame stop at the halfway point), ice and masochism on the second (not to mention a back wheel that flew out halfway up Doleham Hill), and multiple puncturing on the third. Our Christmas plans precluded any more time on the bike than that, and a bloody good time was had by all, etc.
Anyhow, 2011 is here and it’s looking good so far. Multiple bike projects – the English, the Lo-Pro, a new trail bike hopefully, something tougher for the big mountains too. La Marmotte, biking in Verbier, biking on Snowdon, biking all over the place. Lots of food projects (hopefully), a bit of vintage car rallying along the way. Oh, and a baby arriving in April. Fingers crossed…
And I leave you with the news that the infamous Serbian warlord and tiger breeder Arkan is apparently not dead, and instead now living under an assumed name in Crundale, Kent.
