You know… The feeling you get after you’ve dragged yourself round some “easy” winter ride. I-can-just-about-manage-this-but-there’s-no-way-I’m-going-to-be-able-to-ride-further-than-this.
I’ve been experimenting with saddles. Which will win the honour of supporting my bum for the 1400-plus km of London-Edinburgh-London?
With London-Edinburgh-London coming up in July, I thought I’d repost my long account of the 1997 LEL. This year’s route will be somewhat different—a bit less flat—and the event will be on a much larger scale, but I think this account still gives you a sense of what you can expect. I rode a recumbent trike on this LEL, although nowadays I usually ride a conventional bike on events.
Dave Lewis, an AUK legend who died last week, features in the story, dispensing bonhomie and encouragement, as always. Here he is sampling my trike:
My local Entrance to Hell, apparently. I thought it was in the Oracle in Reading…
…and keep your eye to the skyline.
The mighty Barfko-Swill corporation, which mostly releases old Zappa stuff, has just released the original version of Captain Beefheart’s Bat Chain Puller, long resident in Litigation Hell. Most music that I buy these days is in digital form—and mostly contemporary—but I’m glad I made an exception for this. Sleevenotes by John French and Denny Walley, both scarred veterans of this incarnation of the Magic Band, are funny-sad and shed semi-affectionate light on the old monster. And genius, inconveniently enough.