Saddles like razor blades

Bless his little cropped girly cotton socks… my little brother is doing the L’Etape du Tour this year. Lots of extensive training up and down the local hill of muswell and many miles racked up on a bike built from ebay will put him and his riding chums in peak physical condition for this 179km race across one of the harder legs of this years Tour De France. Specifically designed for all those armchair cyclists who say,’that looks like a peice of piss, I could do that!’. This one day race is not for the faint hearted. There are countless hills and valleys not to mention a watershed average speed of 19km per hour. If you dip below the average you get scooped up and driven to the finish line, which to me seems like quite a good offer!
They will be riding in a good cause and hope to raise a fair amount of cash for the North London Hospice. So I put out a sincere plea to you my reader…
Follow the link and pledge a few quid. Little bro is a seasoned cyclist and I fully expect him to finish in the yellow jersey (he started out wearing!) If you can spare some loose change from your enormous pay packet that would be top.
I’ll be sure to report back after the race date of July 11th to let you know how he got on.
In the words of a very scruffy and probably over tired irishman – we want your fucking money now!