The Peak District

Hello again and welcome to my first post from 2016 about a bike ride from the same year. As I’m currently not destroying my body by stringing together back to back, to back, to back 100 milers this year. I’m going to try focus on riding my bike to a variety of new places and…

Last days – Portugal

This is a collection of pictures from my phone covering my last couple of days cycling from Porto to Lisbon. I mostly rode the Santiago Route. it took my 3 days in total riding with little to no brakes and with my gear cable snapped (meaning i was stuck in the hardest gear). all in…

Day 46 – Valladolid to Zamora and then some

When I woke up, it felt like Mike Tyson had been punching me all night long. My legs felt like someone had been yanking them hard, in a desperate attempt to make me a foot taller. I was obstructed from any meditation due to flys constantly landing on my face. Today felt like it was…

Day 45 – Burgos to Valladolid (via Palencia)

Again I woke up feeling good to ride. I wasn’t in the greatest of states energy wise, but I knew I’d feel better once I had warmed up, but before I got my legs spinning, I had a 20 minute meditation session which seemed to boost my mood. As I got going, the weather was…

Day 44 – Bilbao to Burgos (Pais Vasco)(Ibericas)

I was expecting to feel like shit this morning, but instead I was encouraged by yesterday’s effort. I didn’t hang around Bilbao too long as the weather wasn’t looking to great and I wanted another big day. Coffee and go was my attitude. However, I did have my 1st near life experience that morning when…

Day 42 – Liedena to Lietza (via Pamplona)(Pyrenees)

My legs are telling me that they would pretty please with cherries on top, that they would like an easy day today. I though about it during my 50km warm up ride to Pamplona. On the way I found a mysterious looking tunnel that just had to be checked out. My curiosity had got the…

Day 41 – Ayerbe to Liedena (Pyrenees)

Today’s cycling was the polar opposite of yesterday’s. The long flat boring roads of the N-240, were replaced by exciting, mountainous roads. I had turned into the fringes of the southern parts of the Pyrenees. I was starting to get excited as the jagged cliff faces in the distance got closer and closer. In the…

Day 40 – Lleida to Ayerbe (via Huesta)

My body woke up with a serious cycling hangover. Every limb felt like it wasted of led, my legs  felt like they were still full of lactic acid, and it felt like I had a thirst that was simply unquenchable. A trip into the city was in order for a pre-ride warm up, and a…

Day 39 – El Papiol to Lleida

Whilst I was asleep, old farmer doubt had been sowing his downbeat seeds of pessimism I’m my brain. A combination of things had me in a shitty mood. At one point I’m sure something as small and trivial as a puncture would have me into calling it quits and heading for the nearest airport (fortunately…

Day 38 – Barcelona to El Papiol

Just like yesterday, I overslept the sunrise lighting up the horizon, but I still did get a tasty view of that great big flame ball in the sky. Today was humid. It felt like being in a sauna that didn’t have an exit. The sea was great, but was only temporary relief because as soon…