Jack's Alternative Road to Paris

Far be it from me to speak for my riding companions…

One such companion has decided to give us the story of his Road to Paris. When I first began this blog, I opened up the floor to anyone who wanted to contribute and he has taken me up on that offer. I'd advise reading Sunday's post first.

So here you go: Jack’s Alternative Road to Paris, or “Heavy Hangs the Ham”.

“It is hard to know where to start with my Road to Paris; and whether this is an important mile stone for me is debatable. But let’s say it is though: maybe even more so for me than for Alice with her dangerously small (but really large) step into the pocket-emptying, energy-stripping, wormhole that is cycling.

The Road to Paris: Part One

A while ago, two friends of mine decided that they would run the Paris Marathon. Deciding that it would be fun to spend the weekend in Paris and give them some support on their road-bashing around the streets of the French capital, my friends and I decided to go along too. As it turns out, only one of the pair (Fred) will run the marathon, with the other (Simon), having dropped out due to a knee injury, now joining the rest of us in a purely touristic/cheerleading capacity. 

Now, I have many friends who cycle and are quite happy to punish themselves on roads across the planet astride a bike. My friend Alice, however, is not one of them. I mean her no disrespect by this – it’s just that she isn’t a cyclist. Her most common interaction with cycling of any kind was, until recently, some commuting in London on Boris Bikes. You know the ones: built like tanks, Barclays-liveried, conveyors of tourists. Alice rowed for much of her time at university so she doesn’t have weak legs, but she is the last person who I would expect to dip their toes into the world of cycling, especially given her derision of various pieces of my outlandish cycling attire.