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In reverse

So here I am again with something to say.

But in reverse, kinda. I'll explain later.

Ive decided to venture further again into the world of the unknown, unkind and very scary. Plenty of fear will drive me forward.

This is all simple to previous stories although in the end brief from the previous ventures into the w200 as told here. While just rediscovering those adventures I have realised that I never finished the story. As previously stated wheres the time to blog when things are good. Again the mindspeak always attacks when times are tougher. You can take from that that w200 went really well completing in just over 8 hours and generally enjoyed the climbs in a strange sadistic way while dropping both my riding partners and enjoying long breaks at the tops in the rain in the morning and the blistering sun in the afternoon. It really was a day of two halves. and when I finished I thought that wasn't too bad I could have gone faster. But then again I waited for my riding companions who by mid afternoon were stating the line that this was all about completion and taking part. Hmmm.

Anyway the full brief story is over at House of Cycle and who knows some day I may venture back there.

For now Im here to tell another story. Well so far the beginning, hopefully a middle and if things go well Ill probably forget to finish the end. Assume all went well if thats the case.

The reason for In reverse is that Ive already 3 stories written but due to my wild rather rural dwellings at the minute Ill be behind on uploading and probably doing so in batches. So I'll date accordingly and we'll take it from there.

So the story begins with a big idea, a big decision, acting on that decision and 9 months that should make or break me. As a athlete anyway.

Probably a early midlife crisis or possibly the best decision Ive ever made.

Over and Out

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