Three days in and things are going much as expected. My bike has been in the shop twice, both times for brake related maintenance. Hmmm. Having initially thought I could get away with a new cable I soon realised that my manly frame required something more substantial up front as a means of slowing me down. So, credit card at the ready I invested in a brand spanking new Hope Mono M4 with floating disc and braided cables up front. (Those in the know will now suck their teeth appreciatively. While those who aren’t won’t give a monkeys)
Anyhoo, having finally found something capable of arresting forward progress whenever I need it, I set off up the hill today with renewed vigour.
Straight aout of the box things were going well. So delighted was I that I promptly launched myself off the front of the handlebars and down a little ditch. The usual excuses didn’t apply as on this occasion I hit a the corner of a house which (I swear) seemed to leap out at me as I was taking the little bend. No permanent damage, since nobody witnessed the incident and my backside, ribs and shoulder broke my fall. Some nice bruises and a couple of sexy scrams to show for my efforts. All this was spookily reminiscent of my little tumble in Utah a few months ago, other than I was on a bike and it wasn’t snowing.
The afternoon was good lots of good riding until the clouds opened and dumped half the Atlantic on us. The lightening started to worry us and we dicedid a ski lift wasn't the best means of transport home. Not to worry though as the local mountain restaurants cater very well for weary, wet thirsty riders. A long spin back to the chalet through La Lindaret (Goat Village) as we circumnavigated the lift system which finally found us back in Morzine in time for a spot of wine and tea and a chance to pop some new brake pads in.
Pictures may well start appearing so as long as the French find a translation for Broadband. If you can see a picture of Alex prior to his crash then I guess they've worked it out.
