… we loaded the bikes into a hire car today to whisk them a couple of hundred kilometres and back on track after admitting we had slipped too far behind our schedule to make it up. We skipped Almeria to near Malaga. It’s my fault.
As we might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb we will do the same tomorrow to Huelva. It’s not the end of the world. We won’t be struck off the cyclists’ register – or so I tell myself at least.
We have only once before ‘cheated’ in this way when BA lost Jacqui’s bike on a flight to Bordeaux in 2007. We lost three days and had to hop onto a train to catch up with hotel bookings. We no longer book more than one night ahead so it’s not an issue this time.
It still felt so wrong lifting the bikes into the back of the Fiat 500. So, go on then, who will cast the first stone?!