First £1,000 raised at the JustGiving site.
Now it's getting proper serious.
(And if you haven't done your bit yet - you know what to do!)
Monday 25 August 2008
Tuesday 19 August 2008
No such thing as bad publicity
Someone thought it would be a good idea to mention our quest on the company-wide intranet. Apparently, pictures speak louder than words:
(From left: Richard F, Mike W, Tom W, Phil S, Ian H, Neil B, Greg R, Andy D)
The words spoken by this picture include:"don't put the fat guy on the bike."
There's nothing quite like looking like an eedjit in front of 1300 colleagues to concentrate the mind.
(From left: Richard F, Mike W, Tom W, Phil S, Ian H, Neil B, Greg R, Andy D)The words spoken by this picture include:"don't put the fat guy on the bike."
There's nothing quite like looking like an eedjit in front of 1300 colleagues to concentrate the mind.
Monday 11 August 2008
Which end has the handlebars?
Greg, not being in possession of a suitable bike, has borrowed Rob's second one.
I'll say that again. Rob's second bike. Rob has one road racing bike. And another one. He's like that.
By all accounts, according to Greg, this is a highly-strung thoroughbred of a machine. It bears some similarities with bikes Greg has known. In that there's a wheel at each end. But the brakes are somewhere completely random, and you have to wear special shoes that clip straight onto the pedal arrangement. A Raleigh Chopper it is not.
Greg is scared of his bike.
I'll say that again. Rob's second bike. Rob has one road racing bike. And another one. He's like that.
By all accounts, according to Greg, this is a highly-strung thoroughbred of a machine. It bears some similarities with bikes Greg has known. In that there's a wheel at each end. But the brakes are somewhere completely random, and you have to wear special shoes that clip straight onto the pedal arrangement. A Raleigh Chopper it is not.
Greg is scared of his bike.
Monday 4 August 2008
Driving ambition
A quick word about the non-cycling members of the team. At the beginning of all this I volunteered to drive, on the basis that any attempt to cycle would end up with me in Casualty in about five minutes flat.
Some people claim that their bodies are temples. Mine's a medieval cathedral. Behold my flying buttresses.
Anyway, at the time the job of driver seemed to be an easy option. Sitting on my backside for five days, piloting a bunch of sweaty cyclists from one end of the country to the other. Hours of relative boredom, interspersed by the odd pie.
But the plan requires pin-point accuracy, timing, navigational and organisation skills. Get the changeover points wrong, for instance, and we'll never make our schedule. And I don't think our employer will be too chuffed if we're still out doing this seven days later, somehow.
This might be why no-one's volunteered to drive the other two support vehicles yet.
Some people claim that their bodies are temples. Mine's a medieval cathedral. Behold my flying buttresses.
Anyway, at the time the job of driver seemed to be an easy option. Sitting on my backside for five days, piloting a bunch of sweaty cyclists from one end of the country to the other. Hours of relative boredom, interspersed by the odd pie.
But the plan requires pin-point accuracy, timing, navigational and organisation skills. Get the changeover points wrong, for instance, and we'll never make our schedule. And I don't think our employer will be too chuffed if we're still out doing this seven days later, somehow.
This might be why no-one's volunteered to drive the other two support vehicles yet.
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