I’m pleased to say that Roxanne and I have rocked up in Beauvais – day three of the London to Paris bike ride completed.
Who’s Roxanne you may ask.
Roxanne is my trusty steed for this event – my little bubble bee of a bike – all yellow and black. Why Roxanne? Well, therein lies a story. Today has been hard. Although shorter in length than the two previous days, I think that I under estimated the impact on my energy levels, and this combined with the heat ( 32 degrees at 11:00) and cross winds, the journey was tough.
We left Abbeville at around 8:30 and immediately entered some lovely countryside, picturesque villages and amazing views. After a few decent (hard) climbs, one of which, I had a small altercation with a fellow rider,(sorry!) we settled into mile after mile of rolling countryside, which if I’m honest got a little boring. I now understand why the farmers are so powerful in France – they must represent the majority of the population!
After a quick water stop, we drove ( I mean rode) on and saw more fields. Lunch was in a very nice hamlet on the green and again the Skyline team put on a feast, topped off by lemon cake – yum yum.
The afternoon got harder still for me and with about 5 miles to go, I hit a block – I was shattered and I was sat on a long road with a strong cross wind which meant that there was no respite. Getting into Beauvais was a relief but then I had to find the hotel. I tried my French, the locals understood me perfectly and then directed me into Centre Ville – I wasn’t too sure and checked google maps. The hotel was in the opposite direction – bloody French!!
Eventually, I arrived and got the key to the room, which although small – best not turn over too quickly or my room mate will feel my breathing on his neck – Roberts a lovely guy but I only met him two days ago so I’ve never been one for kisses on the first date!! – a least it’s got air con.
Anyway, why Roxanne?
Well to pass the time along the never ending fields, I started to think about what I should call the bike – god knows why, but honestly, there was nothing else to do. Anyway, the old Police song came into my head – you know, Roxanne, you don’t have to put on the red light…
Obviously Sting was talking about the local whore (well I hope he was, otherwise the name doesn’t work), and I suddenly had a spark of inspiration. Just like a whore’s knickers, my bike is great and very fast, going down but ever so slow going up! Probably wasn’t worth the wait, but the important stuff is coming.
Tomorrow, I, along with 115 other cyclists will complete our goal to not only cycle from London to Paris but to raise a shed load of money for charity. I suspect close onto a quarter of a million will have been raised.
I’m hoping to contribute £2k to this, so please do help by going to http://www.doitforcharity.com/tonylockwood and make a small donation. The North West Air Ambulance charity relies on donation/ fundraising completely in order to provide what is an essential life saving service, so please dig deep.
See you in Gay Paris – better keep quiet about that or Robert may get a little unsettled.