Blog Nineteen – D Day minus 1!!
Preparations for the big day have been marred by the disappearance of my 5th favourite pair of padded riding shorts. As I remember they are a distinctive black / grey colour and definitely went missing, I think, between the 5th of February and yesterday when I started packing my bag. Whilst there are no visible signs of forcible entry into the house, having previously been a policeman, my gut is telling me my bike shorts have been stolen, either by the Russians or by Jeremy Corbin. Putin just looks plain guilty and Corbin wears a previously pained but now smug expression on his face that one would normally associate with a cyclist until recently unacquainted with the benefits of padding. The loss of my shorts has driven me demented. I looked behind the couch in the lounge 7 times in 1 hour but never found them. I will pedal on regardless. But damn Jeremy Corbin. Or Putin. Unless of course I left them somewhere.
Because I love my wife dearly and because I am very mindful of the fact that we will driving through Hotazel, a town that did not bump into its name by accident, I took my car all the way onto the other side of town to have the aircon re-gassed. Alas. There would be appear to major, irreparable damage to car’s gas delivery system and as a result Jenny and Ryan will be driving through the desert in car with no aircon. (As I type, I have that ‘I went through the desert on a horse with no name’ song stuck in my head.) I now fully expect Jenny and / or Ryan to attack at some point in the desert and as a precaution, will sleep with my helmet on.
Missing shorts aside, we are sort of getting there. Ryan Moss arrived from SA and met the rest of the team last night. He has arrived to take charge of cramming the mountain of kit that has engulfed the dining room and the lounge and the rest of the house into the trailer later today. And what a splendid trailer it is. Thanks to Matt and the team at Crystal Signs for branding the support car and trailer with the logos of all our corporate sponsors. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
I have been bombarded with requests for an update on the job seeking pensioner. I picked him up yesterday morning, all scrubbed up and looking shiny and smart and delivered him for his interview. He was very nervous. On the way he told me that it was the first time he’d worn long pants in two years. He so badly wants to be able to stand on his own feet again. He told me he lost his life savings when Tetrad went under. By all accounts his interview went well. Please continue with crossed fingers and holding thumbs. Have promised him I will check up with him when I get back.
I got a phone call yesterday from a Gabriel Mwale to ask if he and 3 other cyclists could ride up from Zvishivane to ride with us out of Gweru and to hand over a small donation they’d raised. Big doesn’t even begin to describe the size of the lump in my throat. This Old Legs Tour is a good thing. Our heartfelt thanks also go out to Laurie and Fiona, Phillipa Marrett, Nick Brice, Mike Wog Wigston, Paul Vermeulen, Angela Dales, Nicolette Collingwood, Gael Saetherwaite, Lorna Kelly, Debbie and Gareth Edwards. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!
If you can, come to the Cresta Lodge at 06.30 tomorrow morning and wave us fond farewell.
Until next time, enjoy pedalling. But not you, Jeremy Corbin!! I hope your comfortable bum feels guilty.
Eric Chicken Legs de Jong