Today we cycled 92 miles....it was tough .....we started 18 miles North of Natchez where it was cold and wet. My legs wanted to be in some jeans preferably in a bar, or perhaps naked next to a warm pool, rather than be conscripted into slave labour and showered upon.
Out of what I can only describe as pure malice, they decided to 'Play up' and not function properly. Each time I instructed them to spin around at 90+ revolutions a minute they decided to half the figure.During the morning things became very monotonous with the rain and cool weather. My fellow cyclist looked positively glum, it did not seem a good start.
Due to the time of the day being in the 'Non conversation zone' , we were all wearing I Pods to enable us to listen to cheery music.
I asked Kenny what music he listened to. He told me the name of a group that was difficult to pronounce and even more demanding to spell.
I must have looked at him quizzically as he then added 'There are only two uses for this sort of music, running/cycling or killing people'
Adam stated that he was listening to fish, because of my own hearing being muted, by I Poditis I quickly scouted the rain drenched road. I could neither see, nor hear any aquatic creatures.
Adam smiled 'its spelt Phish'
I did not have to ask Paddy what he was listening to. His playlist was made when I Pods first came out and the twenty or so songs are constantly recycled.
I can tell by the nod of his head or how he peddles whether he is listening to 'Dire Straits' or 'The Pretenders' .
At the time of these observations I was listening The Who- 'I can see for miles' unfortunately I could and although the main event was just being served, I had chronic indigestion.