LEJOG

LEJOG: The aftermath Having now cycled the length of Britain I find myself ... contented. There’s a lot of time to think when you’re slogging along mile after mile of open road and, while sometimes your mind is focused on the immediate future – a climb, a curve, a fast descen...
LEJOG - Day 8 That’s it then. All done. Finito. Let it be known that Lord Pedallington and I own the entire United Kingdom now, that evil has no place to hide, that I have finally “manned up” and that Helmsdale and Berriedale have two particularly unpleasant climbs....
LEJOG - Day 7 Leaving lovely Pitlochry resulted in constant climbing for twenty-five miles. And I do mean constant. And I do mean twenty-five miles. Oh sure, it wasn’t that steep, but you try it after you’ve covered most of the country already. Good. God. That sa...
LEJOG - Day 6 Today was the day when Mr. Head-Wind came to play. For seventy fucking miles. Guh. Still, the ride from Galashiels to Edinburgh was quite pleasant and, while the Hill of Beath (or Hill o’ Beef as it’s now known) was annoying, it was all worth it to get to...
LEJOG - Day 5 If you open up the map below and view the elevation profile you’ll notice a bloody great spike near the beginning. That, ladies and gentlemen, is Shap Fell. At the top of Shap Fell is a memorial because it used to kill people. To death. But no long...

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