GrumpyGregry
Here for rides.
Pacing, shadow, pacing. And a certain familiarity with the knowledge that those things which feel like dying aboard a bicycle are unlikely to be the real thing. Seriously though; any decent book on long distance stuff will have stacks of advice on how to do something like Legs of.... comfortably with beans in reserve.Ah, you recognize the type from the mirror...actually a more realistic goal would be a 'Legs of Lead Goes West' type of ride without the dying feeling with 15 km to the end.
p.s. your sig line - shouldn't 'eye' be plural or hast thou been smitten in one?!!
I will remain monocular as per the Bard....
Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery?
Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true,
And that your love taught it this alchemy,
To make of monsters and things indigest
Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,
Creating every bad a perfect best,
As fast as objects to his beams assemble?
O! 'tis the first, 'tis flattery in my seeing,
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,
And to his palate doth prepare the cup:
If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.