In mid- February the company I work for sent me to a large trade show in Cannes. Always on the look-out for cycling opportunities I changed my outward flight to go two days early and arrived in Nice on the Saturday rather than the Monday. Rob who I hadn't seen since we traversed the Pyrenees together in 1992. While Ireland were taking France's scalp at rugby, we collected my loan bike from him, a nice SLX steel machine with ergo 8sp triple shifting.
Triples are de riguer down here.
You would need one to cope with the final pitch up to Robin's house. A nice meal chez Robin's Sat eve courtesy of his wife Angela. Sunday 07.15 and Robin is knocking on my door. Opening the shutters I hear a cockerel crow - not a sound one hears too frequently in central Reading. Rob quickly appears on his velo.