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Majorca 2006 report
The cavalry were moments away from being mobilised when our valiant adventurers burst through the door like something out of a Paul Daniels magic trick.
Far from a round of applause or some sympathy for the bedraggled pedalers the matriarch hotel receptionist promptly gave them all a bollocking for being out so late!
Ever been Tsunamied? A certain SheffRec member was on the receiving end of a wall of muddy water thrown up by a mercenary Majorcan van driver with a particular dislike for cyclists in faded yellow shorts. Strange how the wave totally missed the Rutland shirts? At least the muddy water matched his shorts.
Heard the one about the Majorcan coach driver that breaks into a cold sweat every time he sees a cyclist approaching in his rear view mirror? Or the one about the cyclist that likes to head butt the back end of large white coaches, especially the type that are stationary in the middle of the road! Could the two events be linked in some way you may ask?
We know, we was there.
The words ‘Carrot Pants’ bring back memories of bare flesh and bri-nylon. We were there too.
The mile eaters managed 735 miles in the 7 days, averaging 105 miles a day. Not bad, but nothing in comparison to the after dark section of the Budweiser Appreciation and Drinking Network (BAD’N) who each downed over 60 bottles, averaging 8+ bottles a night. Well done lads, priorities present and correct.
Finally, our best wishes go to Billy the Fish who we hope is still circling the water bottle in Mano’s Bar in the sure knowledge that one day he will find his way back to the hotel. (also see paragraph 1).
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