From left: Former owner with usual pangs of regret; stopped on a bridge; road signs for cyclists, how 'bout that!; stopping was occasion for more than one photo.
In certain quarters that I am aware of, murmurs of doubt surround my less than subtle suggestions that I am a giant. It has even been said than I'm just pretty big, above average, someone who can only win when given a generous handicap or favourable grade. Let it be known though that I have just ridden from Amsterdam to Rotterdam, not on a road bike, but on a small wheel single speed Brompton, loaded up with 20+ kilos, and some of that on my back. And may it be known also that I got lost many times trying to follow the scenic route, LN2, that narrows to one tire width, cuts through back yards, includes a punt crossing, and must be half as much longer again than the journey by car (not including wrong turns!). 7 hours in the saddle. Oh and if you care to check Holland's weather today, you will see I ride into a Southerly headwind. Oh yes oh yes, and I did it without the map I had bought for the journey, having absentmindedly lost it as I was leaving Amsterdam. So there you have it. And apart from tendinitis setting into my left knee, thanks to that one gear not made for headwinds, cobbles and carrying tents, I feel fricking awesome. It was a wonderful day, truly.