Cycling

Cian anseo

As Dave mentioned, I have a... handicap... as regards this adventure. A secret shame, dear reader.

Many of you will know this already. Others may be shocked. Perhaps it’s best I just come out and say it:

I can’t cycle.

Was never taught, never learned, completely bicycle illiterate and have been avoiding this fact for many years.

This, naturally, will present its own unique challenges in a cross-European and trans-Alpine cycling scenario such as this. Since wheeling the bike along 50 miles behind Ross and Dave is probably not an option, I will have to learn how to cycle at some point in the next two months. Preferably alone, at night, in a hidden place, to avoid the inevitable jibes and jeers of small children.

Step one will obviously involve finding a bike. May have to bend the rules of no money here a little bit and buy a dirt cheap second hand one, since it’s fairly imperative I get a bike in time to have some experience of cycling before stepping off the ferry in Dieppe. Then it’s a question of finding time between my dissertation, coursework, real work, drinking etc., to get fit and learn my way around this bicycling lark.

So if you’re the kind of person who likes watching YouTube clips of idiots hurting themselves, stay tuned to this blog for an upcoming literary version as I regale you all with tales of my no doubt disastrous progress in biking. Or Dave and Ross regale you with the gruesome tale of my unfortunate demise at the hands of 18 wheeler. Either way, you won’t be able to tear your eyes away.

Non judgmental biking instructors in Brighton welcome to comment with details for secret meeting below. Discretion needed.