Welcome to the tales, trails, and tribulations of my attempt, as a total cycling novice, to complete the entire route of the 2010 Tour de France...thats 3600 km / 2236 miles in 20 days with just 2 rest days, taking in the Alps and the Pyrenees – rumoured to be quite hilly!



Lance and Jake .... seperated at birth

What follows is both an attempt at keeping myself sane during the 3 week ordeal, a journal to remind myself never to do this sort of thing again, and a means to try and raise some cash for the William Wates Memorial Fund. Any contributions would be hugely appreciated and will be a real boost for me throughout the Tour.
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Thursday, 17 June 2010

Anything to declare sir?

Well the last week has been a fairly manic mix of equipment checks, last minute shopping with subsequent next day deliveries, and weird dreams about naked cycling and spectacular wipe-outs. But I think I am fairly sorted now. Madonna went it for a last minute doctors appointment and came out with a new set of brakes, chain and rear cassette .... and she is now purring like a kitten.

My major concern it that I have now packed an enormous bag with nearly 3kg of white powder in bottles. Fingers crossed the customs official at the airport listens to my pleas that it is actually a carbohydrate drink, and not what he thinks it is, before he dons the rubber glove and the Vaseline!

I have to say though I am fully expecting a search of some kind as I don’t think I have ever packed such a weird array of things before i got on a plane. It includes.... 15 packs of jelly babies , 10 packs of fig rolls, 10 malt loafs, 30 energy gels , all mixed in with a healthy dollop of saddle cream, anusol and lycra. I could just as easily be jetting off to the sex Olympics.



A massive thank you to all those who have been so supportive to date, both with their highly generous donations, good lucks , and even packs of goodies to keep me on the straight and narrow!

Now I just have to find my passport...

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