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Today I've handed over blog writing responsibility to Warb, here's what he though about day 2!
So, day 2. What a s*** it was. We were out for 12 hours, 94 miles, here's what happened:
I fell off, obviously. Twice though this time but again neither were the fault of my sumptuous riding style, just miss understandings that we were stopping so I crashed into the back of Titley and Joe respectively, the latter on concrete, ouch ee wah wah. Let's call them 'racing incidents', blame is for God and small children I was once told.
But I was not alone this time, in a true show of solidarity, unity and brotherhood both Bell and Joe joined me on the deck. Titley remained stubbornly erect all day long, so to speak.
Found out that an old man named Jim (probably) can't swim after being taunted by some local whippersnappers with the catchy verse of "Jim Jim can ya swim?".
Jim's tired response of "have you not got a new song yet?" hinted that his swimming ability, or lack thereof of, is reminded to him on a daily basis, kids can be cruel.
What else? Two punctures today, me and Titbags, what a bloody palarva. What is palarva?
Rode the last section in darkness and promised again to get up earlier, we'll see.
Bed. Tired. Sleep. Now.
Warb.
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