When you’re nearly forty years old, just recovering from glandular fever and double pneumonia what better way to celebrate your recent wedding than to leave your bride behind to cycle the length of Britain.
This is the account of two friends, who got drunk one night and decided to pedal nearly 1000 miles for charity, proving that you don’t need a state-of-the-art road bike, a skin-tight outfit with a TV sponsor written on the front or a made-to-measure ego – you just need a good mate, a beer mat's worth of planning, no training whatsoever and the will to do it.
This is the account of two friends, who got drunk one night and decided to pedal nearly 1000 miles for charity, proving that you don’t need a state-of-the-art road bike, a skin-tight outfit with a TV sponsor written on the front or a made-to-measure ego – you just need a good mate, a beer mat's worth of planning, no training whatsoever and the will to do it.
