My lift was late; the architect at the site meet was a pain, then the car broke down. It was therefore a stressed Ed who lurched onto the 12.30pm London express at Waverley on Thursday afternoon to rendez-vous with VeloVeritas Editor, Martin who had also come to the station straight from work, smart in a suit, shirt and tie. We’re off to cover the Paris – Roubaix 2007…
The train wasn’t too bad, we picked the right carriage – a couple of coaches down, two gentlemen were making a fist of an attempt on the record for how much Castlemaine 4X can be consumed between the two capital cities.
First lad: “Here, Bob… watch it – ah think that boy’s the polis.”
Bob: “F**k um!”.
At Kings Cross we transfered to the tube, in my book, only moles should be below ground; our fellow tube travellers obviously felt the same – otherw