Yesterday's ride was completed in full scuba gear with some of the more vertically challlenged riders being towed along in small dinghies for fear that they could be washed out to sea by the torrential waters raging through the north. Rumours that Moses popped down, classified parting the raging flow as 'too tough' and then went back to the pearly gates have not been confirmed but have the ring of authenticity about them. Conditions seem more favourable this morning. The good people of the north have been taking to the streets and staring in awe at a giant golden orb in the sky, asking eachother what it is - luckily in true super hero fashion we have been on hand to tell them 'it's the sun, it always shines in the south of this great land'. Chris also offered to show them the moon before he was quickly ushered away from the danger zone.
We have been basking in the warm glow of the premiere inn whose care and attention to us has been above and beyond - anyone who offers to wash our kit and does not demand danger money is a true friend of the big ride and the staff at Ormskirk could not have been more welcoming.
In our down time we have taken to resolving the big issues of the day and last night the collected intellects of the group moved on to tackle 'which team member would be who in the A team' - surely the question that is preventing the global economy from fully recovering.
Our findings:
Hannibal - Ian Battey, he loves it when a plan comes together for free soup, stolen bread rolls or an impromptu attack on the single malt. (ian has just informed me he as wangled 12 free yoghurts - this should come as a surprise to nobody).
Face - Pete and Andy - together they form the eye candy of the team. Their tight tight derrieres rolling through the rain are a sight that no woman could resist. It's like 4 walnuts in lycra.
Howling Mad Murdoch - Pete Mac - no thought required - the techno wizard of Alis Big Ride may not be able to fly choppers, but by god he is the livewire of the group. Do NOT send him to the wrong premiere inn.
BA Baracus - I can proudly report this honour fell to me - so quit your jibber jabber, drink your milk and stay in school. BA may comfortably have been the worst cyclist of the A Team, but by jingo he was good going downhill.
Enough of this - the pork products have been loaded (am beginning to question the merits of that policy), banter is rising, my legs are coiled springs and the open road awaits.
Love to all, with a special nod to the Battey ladies, James 'Mr Incredible / T' Battey.
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