The longest day and for Elliot, Mark, Jonny and Ryan the furthest they would have ever ridden in one sitting. For some the biggest concern wasn't the 75 mile that lay ahead but the transition through Rathkeil, Gypsy capital of Ireland and home to the biggest, hungriest dogs known to mankind. Plans to tie sausages to the back of Chris's bike were thwarted and our new found fitness gave us new found speed to thwart the beasts as we whistled passed the bullet proof mansions and on toward picturesque Adare and Limerick for our cake stop. Power walkers lined the streets as we glided our way down smooth well maintained rolling roads to stop for dinner in Nenagh were the sun shone and the sandwiches from SupaSave were well deserved. Three punctures and a lovely converstion with Peggy and Mary later, we arrived in Birr where I'd arranged some novel entertainment...
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Did you know that moy granny started cycling at 97 years old. She's been doing ten miles per day ever since - and now we don't know where the feck*ng hell she is!
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