I’m NOT in the Tour De France . . . for now.
I meant to post this last Monday, but what with one thing and another. Well, you know how it is.
I read Adrian Fitch’s blog last Friday (2nd March), and found out that he’d entered the Tour De France. Well, almost - just the British Cyclosportive the week before the actual first stage. So I checked out the web site, and found that there were four hundred and something places left. I emailed my Hackney-based cycling buddy, Doktor Seth (he’s a free-form jazz psychiatrist, but not often all at the same time) to see if he’d be interested . . . no response - either hiding from me and my bike, or away.
So last Saturday, I phoned my tall and very fit friend, R in Warwick, to see if he’d be up for it. BTW - R’s wife, K has just had their first child - rather a lengthy and uncomfortable birth, by all accounts. This was probably because their son takes after his father in proportions - as shown in this photo of the new baby and proud father. ANYWAY, R had to think about it (lots on his mind right now), so by Monday, I’d decided that I’d enter anyway.
DISASTER! All of the 1,000 ride-only places sold out within 24 hours of release, so I’m now having to look at entry via Sports Tours International. Bearing in mind that my parents live within 3 miles of part of the route, and within 25 miles of the start, I’m not at all keen on the prospect of paying more for accomodation, transport, and a whole host of other things I don’t need.
Watch this space.