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| An easy opener, no? Er, no. Not really. |
Alright then and here we go...stage one of a.n.other Gran Tour! As is always the way, you can expect at least one Gran Ffaf per diem. Them's the rules, and today's took the form of me forgetting my European Health Card which is a bit of a necessity given the destination, like. I f**king hope it remains unused, mind...
Just about the finest music. Bloke ain't toast either...lives in Knutsford. Close enough though...
The Cycling Gods showed compassion and provided me with at least four (4) free miles into Preston courtesy of a tractor. 'A' not 'The'. This one one was more fuel efficient by the looks of it!
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| 20mph. Zero effort. My kind of cycling. |
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| Gonna make it...full gaz! |
From there it was attritional which you can take to mean as bloody slow and awful: anyone would think the Cycling Gods were taking a little retribution for not training hard enough. Erm, is it warm in here or is that just me?
Loved spotting this shop in Knutsford...
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| Would have been cool if Arthur had retired to K'ford though. |
One other desperate and superbly clumsy reference took my fancy on the crawl into Stoke. I had to turn around and waste 3 minutes to secure this entertainment for you. Ungrateful shower of b**tards, as Gary might have said...
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| McKinley Morganfield er, Stoke Delta. |
