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« on: May 27, 2003, 03:09:33 pm » |
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... and fancy a "24 kms du Mans" on Friday?
Starting at the MB entrance and going up past the museum, under the dual carriageway, right across parallel to the dual carriageway then back down towards Mulsanne, following circuit round to Porsche curves then up through old Maison Blanche stretch past Bleu and then round again. Should be about 28kms actually.
We might even have to stop for "water".
(Hey Gilles, what is the law in France for riding a push bike on the road after a few beers?)
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« Reply #1 on: May 27, 2003, 04:18:23 pm » |
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A few years back after the champers bar on Satuday I fell between two vans while trying to negotiate the bike down the middle line of the road, as both lanes were full of virtually stationary traffic.
I got up and grinned inanely at the driver of the white van I'd fallen in front of, and at that point realised both vans were police vans. Miserable bastards didn't grin back.
Nor did my mates when I freewheeled straight into our beer mountain...
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Gilles
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« Reply #2 on: May 27, 2003, 04:23:56 pm » |
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What's exactly is a psuh bike ? Is it what we call in France a "trotinette"? That's not supposed to be a kid toy?
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Le Mans is life, anything before and after is just waiting...
... it's not the taking part but the winning that counts !
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« Reply #3 on: May 27, 2003, 04:24:07 pm » |
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Smokie
What make of vans were they??? I'll bet they were Peugeots.
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I wouldn't sit there if I were you, it's still a bit wet.
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« Reply #4 on: May 27, 2003, 04:29:33 pm » |
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I couldn't see straight enough to tell that kind of detail...
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« Reply #5 on: May 27, 2003, 04:31:00 pm » |
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What's exactly is a psuh bike ? Is it what we call in France a "trotinette"? That's not supposed to be a kid toy?
A push bike is a normal bicycle Gilles. Stu |
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Mr. Rick
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« Reply #6 on: May 27, 2003, 05:11:27 pm » |
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Thanks Stu! Yeah, meant one with pedal power as opposed to "big throbbing between the legs" kinda power. So anyone with a MTB or even a full blown time-trial machine (leaving mine at home!!!  ) ? Just thought a little exercise and fresh (ish) air might blow a way a few cobwebs prior to the onslaught of the weekend! |
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« Reply #7 on: May 27, 2003, 05:47:46 pm » |
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« Reply #8 on: May 27, 2003, 06:19:25 pm » |
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Me + Dreamracers have bought electric scooters from ebay.... 8MPH  not sure whether they will last the weekend but at 30 quid we arent too bothered! |
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« Reply #9 on: May 27, 2003, 06:25:31 pm » |
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Being of a squeamish disposition, I'm not sure it's entirely necessary to post this sort of thing. Oh? It is? Right-o.
In that case:
I had a similar experience, the downside being I was in Carpark Rouge where there are no bogs. I really was remarkably desperate, the fuse had about ten seconds left to burn. This was due to some cheap Boddingtons bought on the ferry which still had a yeast problem.
So I nipped into a tent handily pitched nearby, having first checked the occupants were not around. I think it belonged to some nice Germans or Dutch people and we were parked next to them. So in I went with me bog roll and black bin bag. Five minutes later, having nearly blown the back of the bag out, I tidied up and left.
I thought no more of it, until the next morning when the owners of the tent got up at about 8.00 to make a cup of coffee. They were remarkably cheerful, singing and joking. All of a sudden, I heard them go quiet. Then a terrible heaving and gakking noise could be heard, followed by some shouting. I lay on the floor feigning sleep. They packed up and left immediately. I discovered the source of their horror lying on the grass. A well soiled length of bog roll which I must have accidentally left lying in their tent. Obviously they had not seen it in the dark when they got back the night before. Poor bastards!
Question. If I ever see them again, should I aplogise?
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I wouldn't sit there if I were you, it's still a bit wet.
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« Reply #10 on: May 27, 2003, 06:50:10 pm » |
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You class acts you!!! No similarly impressive tales to tell on that score as I fear I cannot compete at this level. You guys are the Gloucester to my Charlton Park 3rds (cockney rhyming there???). Nice to know that we can bring absolutely any topic down to our level though!  |
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« Reply #11 on: May 27, 2003, 08:01:48 pm » |
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The last few posts reminds me of a story my dad told me years ago.Nowt to do we push bikes tho.My dad used to drive an old steam,yes steam navvy,used for filling wagons with iron ore in the open cast mines near where we lived.Him and his mate ,a fireman on the navvy(coal shoveler) and a general labour ,who was DEAF.There was no on site toilets in those days,so one went to the bushes.Well they sneeked up on this DEAF guy and waited until he was about to dump and placed this shovel under his straining sphincter and withdrew the turd filled shovel.They then watched his reaction from the refuge of the bushes.Well,you know when you've dumped but the poor guy must have had what he thought was a phantom dump.I'm sure they must still be laughing in their graves. R.L
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« Reply #12 on: May 27, 2003, 11:09:43 pm » |
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All these toilet tales puts me in mind of a run down from the UK 2 years ago where during our supplies purchase at a Super U, my previous several days quaffing in England had caught-up with my colon and it was time to drop the kids off at the pool.
Having just emulated a space shuttle launch in the bog at the front of the supermarket, facing the main entrance, I was sitting there contemplating life and getting my breath back.
Unfortunately the "lock" on the door was no such thing and a middle aged lady promptly entered the bog I was in, screamed and fled, leaving the door wide-open to the supermarket main entrance. To complicate things the door was easily 5 or 6 feet from the porcelin throne so I basically just sat there, strides around my ankles nodding at passers by.
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« Reply #13 on: May 28, 2003, 12:53:26 am » |
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All hail PM for the ability to turn a question relating to healthy exercise at an otherwise physically abusing event into a veritable feast of tales of woe arse-wise. How do you do it? Does Ron know about this ability? Would he have posed for THAT photo at testing if he'd known about the sock? I think we should be told! |
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« Reply #14 on: May 28, 2003, 01:15:05 am » |
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On our way back to Cherbourg, 2001, we stopped at a mediocre supermarket for our "Booty" only to find the shelves stripped bare (no doubt by former visitors from this forum) So we decided to use the facilities before heading closer to the port to obtain supplies. We asked for directions to "Les Toilettes" and found ourselves at urinals on the outside wall of the building in the open that were in full view of the car park. Being so desperate, we had to partake but one of our group was so deaperate he had to brave the only "cubicle of hell" Whilst it was a single cubicle, with walls and a door (although still open air) it stunk to high heaven, looking as though it hadn't been flushed for at least three months, and the smell of the thing meant he deposited more from being ill at the smell than what went down the pan.
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