Howdy …

Just asking you, “When the alarm rings on Saturday morning, where else would you rather be than on your bicycle pedalling away the fatty bits?” (at 7 am)

Okay, truisms:

– You can’t buy fitness; you can buy a fancy bike, you can buy a fancy kit, and you can buy new bike gear; you can look stylish and fast; you can be as slight as a knife’s edge; you can ingest supplements and powder and pills galore; and you can have lots of Garmin and Strava data and stats to ponder; but, you can’t buy fitness. You gotta ride your bicycle! Uphill, especially.

So, for the next two weekends, we’re going full Monty (girls and guys). That’s means physical overload for May 19 at 130 Kms & 816 Metres (Middleville – Calabogie); May 20 at 67 Kms & 1202 Metres (Gatineau); Pembroke May 26 170 Kms; May 27 to be decided.

FYI, Sunday’s ride is a 7 am start from P3 in Gatineau Park. Details on Saturday.

This weekend is the time to experiment with on-ride food and drinks. Better to feel queasy now and to bonk now than to do so on the RLCT. If there is one thing I can say with certainty, “you won’t be saying I wish I had trained less”. Heck, you might even thank me for being such an SOB.

Rain or Shine: Meet at Stinsons on White Lake Rd for 7:00 am 7:00 7.00 am start and ride to Middleville-Hopetown-Calabogie; a circuit for 130 kilometres; elevation gain 816 Metres. Coffee at the Neat Cafe (108 kms); possibility of a stop at Hopetown (57 kms), if necessary. You’ll just want to be there

Caveat: Route is tentative and is depends upon rider consensus, the turnout, and the weather.

For those with time constraints, there are many options to cut it short. Don’t miss out, just because the route is longer than you have time for. Weather:  7C – 16 C; cloudy; winds E and SE 20.

What I’m listening to:

Okay, Stay fit, fine, firm always! Bye-bye, ac.

Look forward to hearing from you at;;;

“You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.

But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.

And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: “It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.” CB