Last year my old mate Mark and I decided that we needed to undertake a grand physical challenge while we were both still in our 30s. We decided that – as we did when we were at school together – it’d be a good idea to cycle from Mark’s house to mine. We grew up in Hertfordshire, and the distance from Codicote to St. Ippolyts was about 10km. In fact I imagine it still is.
The distance from Wimbledon – where Mark now lives – to my house in France is about 750km, depending on the Channel crossing you take. It’s unlikely that I’ll be back by teatime.
Still, a challenge is a challenge and we’re doing it. Not only that, but we’re going past my house and all the way down to St. Emilion, which seemed like a suitable place to collapse. We’re starting on May 2nd and should arrive on May 6th. We’ve even managed to convince some similarly middle-aged friends to come along too. In all, there’ll be 10 of us hauling our generous backsides onto the unforgiving saddles of road-racing machinery of varying quality and vintage. Should be quite some sight.
It’s all for charity of course. Our headline beneficiary is NCH, and a very worthy one it is too. Ken Deeks gave a moving speech about NCH’s work at The Flackenhack Awards last year and I can’t think of a better cause for which to be riding.
You can sponsor me here personally (all contributions very gratefully received) and if you represent a company and feel that having your logo stretched across ten slow-moving arses would be good for business, then I’d love to hear from you. There’ll be room for the biggest of logos, I assure you.
Oh, I’m also after the loan of a van for a week. Long-wheelbase Transit size. Ta.