August 10: 102 Kms; 3 Hrs 34 Saddle Time; 745 Metres; 3395 Calories. Jeff, Mark, Perry, Raymond, Tim, Kevin, Scott.

Tough day, tough ride — wind, hills, lots of climbing on a perfect RLCT training route, albeit on some busy roads, except for Pucker St (the closest we get to the Gatineaus). A big thanks to Tim and Jeff for pulling me along Pucker and then Whalen and Hwy 132. Just a glorious day in the saddle and would have been sweeter if my bpm had responded sooner to the effort. Definitely must get that looked into.

Full marks to Raymond who missed the start but scrambled solo against the wind to meet up with us at the Bonnechere Bakery. We held tight while he had a quick coffee and then we were off homeward. The final thirty kilometres or so were good fun, in spite of the burning legs. At some point (if you ride far enough)  it becomes a matter of will and determination but eventually the mind frys too. Symmetry at last — unity of mind and body, both totally spent. You just should have been there!  And, you can tomorrow when we will do it all again.

Stinsons 7.30 am 7.30 am; Route based upon west winds (again): Arnprior to Renfrew via Storyland (Pinnacle or GoE) to Tim’s for coffee after 40 Kms or so; home via Gilan and Goshen to Hwy #508 to Russett. Total distance <80 kms approx. Pace to be determined. Depends on whether I can get my bpm up in a timely manner. Hope to see you. It is going to be a beautiful morning. How many of these do we have left?

The Tiger

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And What shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?  William Blake

Bridge over the River M

Bridge over the River M