A friend of mine broke up with a girl and wanted to get away. I had some holiday remaining and had not gone away this year. Off we went to Mallorca.
The holiday was never meant to be a full on “drinkathon” but to chill out, enjoy the sun (sic) and pool. I agreed to go on the holiday to Mallorca purely as it is a Mecca for cycling fans. Suffolk, home county, is not much more than small, does not feel like it sometimes, rolling hills. Mallorca has actual mountains.
I had recovered from my hip injury and was ready to rock and roll (or rock and crawl, i found out)
Whetting the Appetite
The friend I went with is big on the lifting of lumps of metal, but not too hot on the peddles, as i was to find out. He does own a road bike of sorts (Yes, i am being a snobbish cyclist – bad me, get back in my box), which never really gets used, and wanted to give the cycling ago but was worried it could have a negative effect body – cyclist want to lose weight and bodybuilders want to gain.
Off we went to to Rad International, in Santa Ponsa to pick us some shiny road bikes. They provide a great service and I could not compliment them enough – If you need a road bike whilst out there, give them a call.
The route I had in mind was hard but had options to make it easier. I was worried that I was going to be shown up by my non cycling. It became rather apparent rather early this was not going to be the case. To be honest this is the first time ever, truly, that i have been the stronger rider. It was a shock to the system and rather inflated my ego but i was supportive, truly I was.
The route we took was the easier option but we did get lost and went half way but a rather steep hill in Santa font that was not really required.
The ride was relatively slow, nearly a crawl, and we stopped several time but it was amazing, bar the time where i accidentally nearly guided us onto the motorway in Palma – not too bright that idea. Props to my friend for guiding us out of that predicament.
We stopped for lunch in a “locals” greasy spoon/cafe, on the recommendation of the nice guy we met at the petrol station, we needed more fluids as the sun was blazing and the temperature was north of 30 degrees centigrade. Had a really nice meal, after the a slight/major language barrier.
The last 10 miles back to our hotel was along these cycle paths that run by the side of the road. They must have cost millions to make and were very good. We rested in the hotel for an hour and then headed back to Rad to give the bikes back.
My apatite had been whetted and I just wanted to ride more. My friend had bitten off more than he could chew metaphorically but did enjoy it after he had some rest. A couple celebratory drink were had and off to bed it was.
Only a couple more sleeps and a run were in the way to ride again.