02/10/2012

Day 32 Carlisle to Morecambe

After the whole ordeal with Billy and the 24hr wait for parts and labor, and a mere £475, £350 more than was expected at first we finally got on the road.

It felt great to be back and I was peddling as hard as I possibly could with my little legs to catch up on the miles that we were behind, any spin instructor would've been impressed. It was raining again and although my camera was drying out I'd lost some functions and was reserved using it. The crappy video is to show you the local flooding that I came across.

The rain had eased up for a moment to take this video, there were many that I couldn't capture as for the rain was too hard.

It was a tough ride and although it was scenic, visibility was poor as a result of the weather and I really had to pay close attention to the road, puddles, drivers and slippery brakes.

I was on my way and flying. A bit cold, wet and wired!

Time was moving on and daylight was nearly gone and still on I pressed. Looking back now, passers by must have taken one look at me and thought I was bonkers. Speeding down lanes, through massive puddles in very unfavorable weather for cycling with the biggest smile on my face. But the joy of being back on the road chasing lost miles engulfed any form of fatigue, cold, wet and tiredness.

By 19:30 my toes felt like prunes in ice cold syrup and my fingers were almost at the point that it would take pliers to wrench them off the drop bars. And then after what seemed a decade made it to as far as I was going today Morecambe.

I know, not on track and yet a way to go, but with one unexpected rest day, my leggies are fired up and ready to go. Early start tomorrow so eat and sleep.

Thanks to all for the best whishes.