Finally started training in earnest this week with three rides totaling a hundred kilos, including a bunch in traffic on tar, which is semi new for me. Am riding the Lomugundi road which is busy with big trucks, good training for the traffic to come. In an attempt to avoid becoming a truck driver’s hood ornament, have invested in big lots of high visibility bling. Apologies to any drivers whose retinas I have seared. Next target is to smash a hundred and sixty kilos in a single day. To date one hundred and forty is the furthest I’ve ever ridden in one hit.
I have developed a quaint theory whereby I stick with knobbly tires on my bike through to February, before crossing over to skinny slick tires needed to allow me to skip along effortlessly, apparently. In the interim, I panic blindly as to whether average speeds of twenty three k.p.h. are possible with chicken legs on a mountain bike, over three thousand kilometers and twenty five days. Time will tell.
Route planning is almost done but we’re still looking for advice from people out there on scenic stuff we shouldn’t miss and bad bits of traffic that we should. We still have vacancies for two riders in the pelaton, plus an empty seat in the support vehicle. Pull in, it will be fun. Apparently, according to Bruce.
Until next time, enjoy Christmas, life and your bike.
Eric ‘Chicken’ Legs de Jong