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05/07/08: One for the road…
…Yeah, OK, so I said I wouldn’t do any more red route before the wedding, but surely a leetle bit of Follow the Dog couldn’t hurt?
Well, I did all of FtD in about 1 hour 15 minutes, shaving 15 minutes off my previous best…and considering that when I started doing FtD this year, it was taking me two hours, I was well chuffed!
I’m still not tremendously fast - the main improvement is not taking such long breaks between sections. However, any improvement is good, so…yar! It was a top ride to end my mountain biking career as an unmarried wench.
Ride: Cannock Chase
Trail: All of FtD in record time
Highlights: Getting halfway up the fire road hill before realising that I was in the middle ring instead of the granny ring, finishing the lap in record time.
Bad bits: Flaking out at the top of the fire road hill. Damn thee, knees!
Post ride food snaffled: Didn’t actually eat anything at the café after the ride, as it was closed.
Good dogs seen: Some good jack russells with high quality head to body ratios.
09/07/2008 at 12:53 am
Never mind the battered wife look, you’d better watch your knees or you’re going to be limping down the aisle
I see the identity mystery seemed to die off a bit, I re-read my comment and if you didn’t get the snail reference then… well it didn’t sound that wholesome and I don’t blame you :S
Anyway, I wish you the best for the wedding and I hope you have a good honeymoon. Knowing you, you’ll be sneaking off to the arcades for a few bouts of Street Fighter
PS. lmao @ “high quality head to body ratios”
14/07/2008 at 07:50 pm
Hmmm, someone who saw this site before I converted it to a tribute to my awesome mountain biking skills*, and someone who knows of my fondess for Street Fighter…
Did I work with you at Codemasters? It’s like Guess Who?!
14/07/2008 at 09:13 pm
Oooh, you’re getting closer. You might even get there before you leave the country. Try not to overdo it on the snooker while you’re out there, you might get horrendously bored
Congratulations on the big day, I might have sorted you out with a french fancy instead of that cake, although the biking figures would have had to be miniscule.
As for Guess Who, I can assure you I am not Alfred! I’m pretty sure I do appear on the board though.
Do you still like to pose with mighty swords that are too big for you?
30/07/2008 at 01:06 am
Hmm, the suggestion of working with you at Codemasters is close, but not there? Does that mean that the time period is correct, or that I worked with you elsewhere?
30/07/2008 at 03:50 pm
Close as in very close…
Maybe I was being too coy with the hints or perhaps it really is like Guess Who? and you want to be certain you’re down to the last tab. Either way it’s not clicking so I may as well be more blatant, if only a little
While not working with you directly, I certainly got to hear about the sheer tedium of snooker, the horrors of the air conditioning and the constant need for tea. Then there was that which we aptly named after the Bog of Eternal Stench. I hear they got fined for polluting the river, that was where they were pumping the toilet waste :S
Mr Kipling caramel slices and french fancies came up rather a lot, whereas mid-air fireballs tended to rain down… on my head during lunch. And there was the snail… I thought mention of that might have given the game away but I guess sound effects are needed: Sluuuuuuuuuurp!
I hope you’re enjoying your honeymoon, I can assure you that the weather up here is much better than it was last year. Yes that means I now live in Scotland, up a bit from where you seem to be trying to kill yourself by flying through the air and taking chunks out of your knee. Make sure you take care and don’t forget your ibuprofen again!
30/07/2008 at 11:59 pm
Fireball to the head? Is that you, Mr Lofthouse?
“I certainly got to hear about the sheer tedium of snooker, the horrors of the air conditioning and the constant need for tea.”
Not much has changed, just replace ’snooker’ with ‘Bratz’.
31/07/2008 at 10:41 pm
By Jove I think she’s got it!
Never did wean yourself off the tea eh? Must be tough going cold turkey when the the air conditioning makes it feel more like frozen turkey.
Well at least you’re breaking the tedium with mucho mountain biking and it sure comes across as though you’re enjoying it. Make the most of the rest of your break, and that includes trying not to break anything.
Now, do you get the email address I have to put in the field up there or am I forced to continue negotiations in published form?
02/08/2008 at 09:32 pm
Ha! I suspected as much, but I didn’t want to play my hand in case I was wrong - the fireballs to the head gave it away though!