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July 14, 2005
Unspoken
Today was not a good day for Le Tour de Yanda. I broke a spoke this morning and had to limp the bike back home. I was forced to journey to White City via a more complicated route. I took an overland train to Highbury and Islington which is near the Union Chapel where I once physically touched Woody Harrleson. It was a thrilling encounter, although he is much shorter than I expected.
At Highbury and Islington I transfered to a Victoria line train to Oxford Circus. I believe this train line is named after Queen Victoria in honour of the fact that of all of England's monarchs, she had the largest caboose and used to make loud "Woo! Woo!" noises when excited. Oxford Circus is, of course, where leading scholars of the day were made to jump through fiery hoops by the great Walvendo.
From Oxford Circus I took a Central Line train to White City and from there, due to the lack of suitable camels, ventured on foot to my office.
All and all, it was quite an adventure, but sadly contributed no mileage to my noble goal of cycling the tour de France.
Posted by YandaMan at July 14, 2005 11:47 PM
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Next year you want to do what my little bother did. l'etape du tour, more here http://www.letapedutour.com A real live leg of the Tour De France for amateur riders. He did the leg in a shadow over 9hrs. Read more about his journey at http://www.letapedutour.org.uk. And they raised a few quid for charity too. Stop pounding the streets of west london!!
Posted by: mistersnappy ![[TypeKey Profile Page]](http://www.yandatime.com/nav-commenters.gif)
at July 17, 2005 10:08 PM
Okay. I am officially humbled.
But wait a minute...
Roads closed off. Mechanics and medics at the ready. Actual real training rides. No traffic. And an army of French chefs, masssues, and prostitutes at their beck and call. And all for just 179 km! Sounds like they had it easy.
I'm out there on those West London roads day after day (well, not today admittedly -- it was hot and so we had a barbecue instead and I drank too much sangria and ate a big steak -- but still...). AND I have to deal with fools in Bentleys and Porsche Cayennes ferrying their offspring to school with mobile phones glued to their ears. And my bike is made of granite and lead. And my left butt cheek is sore. And I'm old -- really old -- seven years older than Lance Armstrong and HE's about to retire; my pro career hasn't even begun yet.
Okay, maybe it's a bit crap compared with actually riding an alpine tour stage, but surely you could spare a pound or two for the Red Cross.
And don't forget about the tutu! Did they ride in a tutu? I think not. I hereby vow that for every pound donated I will ride a km in a tutu.
Posted by: Yanda at July 17, 2005 11:20 PM