London to Paris – A Tale on Two Wheels – Day 3 but no ending!

Actually, I don’t want to write the end.  Not sure why really.  Maybe it is because it is probably the very beginning of the many, many miles I hope to cycle in my life with great groups of people and on my own too.  Maybe it’s because although we rode all that way and raised over £100,ooo for the Big Issue, homelessness doesn’t end and the days are growing shorter.  I don’t know.

Of course this wouldn’t be a makemeadiva blog post without a bit of self-obsessed and misplaced vanity too!  Despite my having visited the site of the “official” photographer more than once and having been told his name a couple of times, I can’t find it this morning on the old Google to buy a respectable snap to accompany the finish.  Leave it with me, I’ll get there in due course.

In the meantime I thought you might be interested in the links to Sean Gaskell’s story, a Big Issue vendor on the ride.  He stuck it out in speedy (but technically challenged Group 5 that I started with) on his Tesco bike which, if you read the first link below, was a vast improvement on his training model.  Sean’s chain gave up the good fight on the morning of Day 3, snapping at the summit of a sheer granite cliff face covered in gravel that he had likely cycled up and I had merely tottered up like a lady.  My pride cast aside on Day 1 (although I only walked up one a day!) Sean’s remains very much intact.

All was fixed with our star guide’s extra chain links eventually, but it meant Groups 5 & 6 had a twenty minute sojourn in the woods and the competitiveness was put aside in exchange for some sun-dappled camaraderie in extremis.  Sean was also a star for lending me his whisky before dinner on the last night – medicinal and very welcome, thanks Sean 🙂

http://www.thisisbath.co.uk/news/Big-Issue-seller-s-bike-ride-Paris-way-saying-thanks/article-1026895-detail/article.html

http://www.justgiving.com/seangaskell

The unofficial snap where after the “official” photo at the official finish line they cruelly made us ride a few more miles to the hotel.  Hence my discombobulated expression – ok!

11 hours in the saddle and 1 biere later I've gone wonky!

11 hours in the saddle and 1 biere later I've gone wonky!

Posted on August 28, 2009, in Cycling. and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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