The pedaller has done himself proud today, a stonking 135 miles covered as the racing snake charges towards the south of Spain. He has arrived in Puerto Llano, when asking his way the local replied “Que, Barcelona” in the manner of Manuel of Fawlty Towers fame, who then pointed out that Llano was pronounced Jano – hence the misunderstanding.
Thankfully the reason for his successful day had nothing to do with tedious bike technical stuff, rather it was because he is cycling across flat land and there is no wind. He sent through this attractive picture for our sister, Mandy, showing off his Precious Lives teeshirt. (Editor’s note: photo taken from seriously dodgy angle)
One for our Mand, even the Precious Lives shirt has had an outing! (actually this is it's second so a bit smelly!)
There was some nonsense with his chain (again, surely not…) when a new nobber, this time a farm mechanic, (all a bit Mellors from Lady Chatterley’s Lover), got busy with his pliers to get the pin in… and then refused all payment for services rendered. Instead he and Martin exchanged a thumbs up (yuk) and Martin pedalled off, only to be pulled up and berated by irate traffic cops who tried to explain that he should not be riding on the motorway and that he should “look hard for the right road”.
Bucket man has high hopes of reaching Malaga in a couple of day’s time, fuelled by his scientific diet of doughnuts, cycling gloves and coke, if you don’t believe me, check out the photo. He hopes to meet up with Mick, possibly for some golf, but we suspect he just wants to keep on, and on, and on about his mega ride in order to feel superior.
While chatting tonight we established that Martin will reach the straits of Gibraltar just as his Dad sails past on his cruise liner, en route for 28 days on his Black Sea Rhapsody cruise which somehow prompted Bucket man to recall that he was desperate to book into a hotel which provided free sewing kits, one pair of his beloved Assos shorts (mankinis to us) needs some attention, he is fretting as he is down to just two whole pairs. Wonder if the damaged pair is the temporary brake system he was using a few days ago. The upshot of the need for sewing kit has meant that rather than a chalet on an industrial park (yesterday’s gaff) he is booked into swanky hotel tonight, seems a bit extreme for the want of a needle and cotton to us.
Early evening pit stop. Necessary since being banned from McDs!
He still needs Spanish speakers, so if you can help, please do.
Missed the last couple of blogs so didn't know about the appeal for Spanish speakers. My brother is fluent and could help..have texted martin but too late now? Thanks for doing the blog..really entertaining and made me laugh out loud. bob
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