Photo: Neil Gardiner
Charlie Boy and I are in pieces. Pretty much like every other rider in the field at this point in time. We are in agreement that we should have perhaps not thrown caution to the wind and in fact done slightly more training. Next year there will be less water skiing, charfing chicks and necking ammies but rather a few more hours in the saddle.
Billed as a transition stage that wouldn’t really break you, the latter parts of Stage Two had a surprise in store … in typical Cape Epic style a toxic mix of sand, loose, rough stones, a damn dam wall and a relentless crosswind made for testing conditions that put us firmly in the hurtbox. Oh ja, and did I mention it was 128km in length.
I’m afraid I’m a bit broken to write reams of poetry tonight, Charlie Boy is in fact almost asleep tuning me that the ticking of the keyboard is breaking him. As a considerate partner, I’m going to wrap this up, and, as a compromise add in these two bangers from Gary Perkin who never lets you down when his finger is on the trigger.
Photo by Gary Perkin
On the Rivet Photo by Gary Perkin
With today thankfully put to bed, we’re now set the challenge of rolling 111km with 2000m of climbing tomorrow. Yay.
Ciao ciao
Charlie Boy and Oli
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