My parents managed to sneak a couple of mountain bikes into the removal van to Portugal.
In the UK, I do quite a bit of cycling, I love it, but I’m pretty useless at it. We have the Great Stour Way on our doorstep where we live near Canterbury and for about three months of 2012 I was cycling about 60 miles a week to and fro to work. That is a lot of miles but I wouldn’t for one second think that I’m any good at riding a bike or at all fit.
I’m not an incompetent cyclist but I do get a bit nervous when cycling on the main road because of those death machines on wheels. Who wouldn’t? But there’s nothing quite like cycling in the Kentish countryside. I tend to just potter along at 5 mph (I might be under-exaggerating a little there) on my rusty old bike with my big goofy helmet. Just me and the world!
Cycling in Portugal is a bit different. Where we are in Central Portugal the roads are much wider than in the UK and there are barely any cars on the road at all. Jon and I took the bikes down to the seaside town of Baleal, which is a popular holiday spot for surfers. There’s a very well developed cycle path that is about 3 miles long, going from Baleal along the coast to Peniche. About every 100 metres they had exercise equipment that you could use. I really should’ve got a photo of that!
These are Jon’s legs after we got back:
And THAT’S why cycling in Portugal is different!
PS: I was going to publish this post yesterday but I had to get Jon’s permission to post the above photo. There are others that are much worse and more embarrassing but he wouldn’t let me post those. You probably wouldn’t want to see them anyway!