Jolly sailing weather, And a blustery winter breeze, Bike light as a feather, Jokes they never cease Ride ride together, With our worn out, knackered knees, Ride ride together, With our worn out, knackered knees.
Others will fill our places, Dressed in Italian racing blue, We'll win no more races, But to the Pig be true, And youth will be in our faces When we cheer for the Black Pig crew And youth will be in our faces When we cheer for the Black Pig crew
Twenty years hence this weather May tempt us from office stools, We'll not go hell for leather And seem to the boys old fools, But we'll still ride together And swear by the Black Pig rules But we'll still ride together And swear by the Black Pig rules.
It was windy today Pete....nearly blown backwards coming back to Ashwell via Northfields Rd when out with the Junior Dutchman...of course I let him go on the front and then snuck by for the finish! He's only going to learn the hard way!!
A new phrase coined today...'bulimic cycling' This is where you eat and drink as much as you like but throw it all back up on the hills afterwards. Or at least that's what it felt like today, grovelling up plenty of hills with the taste of guinness and chow mein in the throat.
7 out today on a cool morning and rare sunshine. Expected more out, but the usual suspects preferring to be on cruise ships or chopping logs, apparently. Route attempted to keep out of the SW wind through Cromer, Benington, Dane End, the Mundens, Buntingford & Sandon, before the fast, wind (Guinness?) assisted gallop towards home. James narrowly pipping the Cap'n to the intermediate sprint at the give way sign before the A505, before yours truly saw off (never destined to win one) Pete and Ray at the sign for Ashwell.
33 miles at just below 15mph average, not bad at this time of year for a route of hills and holes, gravel, mud and running water. The gallop for home run off at over 25mph, touching 30mph for the sprints. There's life in the old sea-dogs yet.
Strange ride for me that, not happy with my fitness generally during the ride and especially on the sprint. Down load to Garmin when i get home and i have got 10 x PRs???? today. Does that mean i was really really crap and now i am just crap? Sometimes these Garmins don't help. Will try the whiskey diet seems to work for the captain
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And as soon as the Black Pig was out on the sea,
`Twas devilish hard treatment of every degree
Wey, hey, blow the man down
Give me some time to blow the man down
It's starboard and larboard on deck you will sprawl
For kicking the Cap'n commands the Black Ball
Wey, hey, blow the man down
Give me some time to blow the man down
When the Black Pig gets clear of the land,
'Tis then you will hear the great word of command
Wey, hey, blow the man down
Give me some time to blow the man down
'Lay aft here, ye lubbers, lay aft, on the jig
I'll none of your dodges on board the Black Pig
Wey, hey, blow the man down
Give me some time to blow the man down
To see these poor devils, how they will all scoot
Assisted along by the toe of a boot
Wey, hey, blow the man down
Give me some time to blow the man down
Then all our hands will bundle ashore,
Perhaps some will never to sea go more.
For those who go deaf when the captain does call
Move forward and take turn when the captain shouts
No lurking at the back, no room for the louts
Fair journey for those who want to be part of the crew
It's only the shirty who have a different view
For those who scout off the front of the pig
Let them go forth lonely, we don't give a fig
It's the crew that is important, that we will maintain
No room for per madonnas or personal gain.
Within the pig the atmosphere is warm and convivial
The banter is following, the subjects are trivial
So join us on Sunday and have a good laugh
At the end we derobe and have a group bath
..... It rhymes
CP
And a blustery winter breeze,
Bike light as a feather,
Jokes they never cease
Ride ride together,
With our worn out, knackered knees,
Ride ride together,
With our worn out, knackered knees.
Others will fill our places,
Dressed in Italian racing blue,
We'll win no more races,
But to the Pig be true,
And youth will be in our faces
When we cheer for the Black Pig crew
And youth will be in our faces
When we cheer for the Black Pig crew
Twenty years hence this weather
May tempt us from office stools,
We'll not go hell for leather
And seem to the boys old fools,
But we'll still ride together
And swear by the Black Pig rules
But we'll still ride together
And swear by the Black Pig rules.
FD
FD
We all know victory will not last
So beat them fast and beat them hard
For very soon you will be all lard
Good show
CP
A good meal and malt whiskey the night before added to the challenge
FD also carrying a self inflicted injury
Great to ride in the sun
Hills and holes where the calls of the day and lots of gravel
So detox week needed
Especially for next Sunday
The hills and hell route planned
You know you want to
CP
This is where you eat and drink as much as you like but throw it all back up on the hills afterwards.
Or at least that's what it felt like today, grovelling up plenty of hills with the taste of guinness and chow mein in the throat.
7 out today on a cool morning and rare sunshine. Expected more out, but the usual suspects preferring to be on cruise ships or chopping logs, apparently. Route attempted to keep out of the SW wind through Cromer, Benington, Dane End, the Mundens, Buntingford & Sandon, before the fast, wind (Guinness?) assisted gallop towards home. James narrowly pipping the Cap'n to the intermediate sprint at the give way sign before the A505, before yours truly saw off (never destined to win one) Pete and Ray at the sign for Ashwell.
33 miles at just below 15mph average, not bad at this time of year for a route of hills and holes, gravel, mud and running water. The gallop for home run off at over 25mph, touching 30mph for the sprints. There's life in the old sea-dogs yet.
No rhyme, is that a crime?
FD
What you need is the Italian-Irish-Chinese-French training regime of hard miles fuelled by Peroni, Guinness, chicken chow mein, and white wine.
Or try the British method-traditional English meal followed by double Scotch.
Both of these will increase your top end speed!