In a pattern that has become all too prevalent of late, my host allowed me to decimate whatever milk and cereal stocks that they had before setting-off on the last stage to Bangor, my hometown. Bruce, there’s a song for you right there: what do you mean, too late? Anyways…
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| Looks like legalised hooliganism! |
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| Quiet roads…nonsense like this will be missed. |
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| Not sure which village this was taken from, but it’ll do. |
Today’s finale was planned to be the shortest at 65 miles and not much vertical, in the hope of finishing in Bangor, collecting my bike packing stuff from the acco that we rolled away from 13 days previously and then training it up to Belfast and to check-in to my Prem Inn. Yes, training it: I ain’t cycling no more! To be honest, the A2 that runs directly between Bangor and Belfast is amongst the most cyclist unfriendly roads in the whole of the northern hemisphere, so risking it once was enough for this bottler, hah-hah!
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| Larne, was it? Dunno. |
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| Defo Carrickfergus Castillo! |
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| There was some kind of cycle route into Belfast…traffic mental as you’d expect. |
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| As good as it got! The number of times I’ve bombed along that stretch of M-way into the city… |
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| Niles and Frasier innit? Dave and Goliath! |
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And in today’s mental fact: behold the field where Rihanna shot part of the video for her song, ‘We Found Love’ back in 2011. The farmer gave permission initially but when he saw what m’lady was almost wearing, went a bit fundamentalist and called a halt to proceedings. And that was the last we heard from her. You wot mate?     Blogger is playing-up again (no way can it ever possibly be user error, ahem…) so photo captions are missing. However I reckon you can piece together the steps above, all you budding Miss Marples out there! The Duke Of York was the pub of choice for the first Guinness Of The Day™, and it was a good one. Mind you, they nearly all are…in this, Ireland does excel!   So that’s that then. I’ll miss the daily messages on the socials which cheered me no end, so thank you for that. The scenery was unbelievable in places, the people overwhelmingly onside and we got to the five-figure amount that will help Cure Leukaemia. A win, no doubt about it. It may sound trite to repeat it again but thank you so much for donating and supporting: in a Sesame Street style, this Tour de Ireland was brought to you by the number 10,000, Guinness, Soreen and Tayto! Just two more regular items of business remain, the stats and the tune…well tunes really, as I reckon we need a medley to get this job done!  First number was on my internal jukebox today as the miles ticked-by on that wonderful coast road…it could well be today’s ear-worm for you. No, no thanks are necessary…’Guantanamera’! Second choice has to be a Stones number. Today’s ride was for a guy by the name of Kyle, who is an American fan of theirs. He very kindly donated early doors and the reason was because his wife of 17 years passed away in May because of this awful disease. Thank you Kyle and all the best, man… And the final word goes to this bunch of Wholigans…cheers! ps Anyone wanna buy a bike? Hardly used. Long MOT… pps Anymore for anymore? |
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