Four wheels, 2300 miles and two sore bottoms - a journal of our adventure starting in Canada and ending in Mexico
Monday, 7 July 2008
Sunday 29th June: Death
I got out of bed for carrot cake in Hillcrest, after which I sloped straight back into bed and hoped the man with the annoying chisel would vacate my head shortly.
Like a terrior chasing your wheel I have been bitten by the cycling bug, only to have had the fire stoked by our awesome efforts in the Olympics. I cycle with the mind of Victoria Pendleton only with slightly more modest outcomes.
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