This folks, is another stab at the now passe art of blogging. I rather stupidly named the last one with the year, thereby limiting it's life to that year,and oh what a year it was! But that is that, now I suppose this I Cycle title, which was delivered to me in a cold flash, cold I say because I am not in sunny Gran Canaria but ensconced somewhat happily but freezing in Germany.
A place where summer has passed me by, so no happy memories of cycling along sandy lanes alongside the glittering Baltic, full of apfelstrudel and black beer. No this year, it's sitting in with apfelstrudel strudel and black beer and no cycling. Therefore the first few weeks back in GC I have planned an intensive training programme to get rid of said apfelstrudel of my climbing frame...I hope.
I hope too therefore I have not left it too late, for the BMC beauty is agitating in it's hiding place, no doubt looking forward to getting up into the hills again, while the business of Cycle Gran Canaria which started with a scream of naivety a few years ago, has solidified into something fairly workable.
What amazes me is that each year, is a quantum leap realised, further into the world of cycling...imagine annoying Gerard Vroomen and being blanked continuously by George Hincapie, but being on nodding terms with Indurain and having Lance Armstrong have a word with you, or more recently swapping some Newham Park memories with Cadel Evans, so what will 2012 bring?!
Another spat with big George?!
Raymond
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