We did it! And we’re rather chuffed!

So we’re back in the UK after our big South African adventure. It would be unfair to say that everything went off without a hitch…upon arriving in Cape Town we were immediately taken for a drive of the route so we could scope out what we had let ourselves in for. The hills were a little more substantial than the gradient maps had given us to believe, the particularly nasty one, Chapman’s Peak, left both of us feeling pretty nervous despite the stunning view at the top.

After a very idyllic stop at a coastal bar for a drink (of water) and some squid we returned to our room in Cape Town hoping to go out for a first test ride of the new racing tandem. Unfortunately this was not to be…the bike shop that provided the bike had decided (in their great wisdom) to give us a set of pedals geared for mountain bike cleats instead of the one that fitted the road bike shoes that we had brought with us from London. These pedals were eventually delivered to us later on that night, but it meant that we weren’t going to be able to go out and find our balance before our planned ride the next day. The moral of this story is to always carry a spare set of pedals around with you…obviously.

The next morning (Saturday) with a fully equipped bike we ventured out onto the Cape Town roads. After a shaky couple of minutes because of the size of the new wheels we managed to get 6km of balancing practice in. Two veterans of the Tour then met us: Horst Prosser and Les Salo who took us out to cover the last 20km of the course. Les was about to compete in his 34th Argus and Horst chose not to compete because he rode the course three times a week anyway and didn’t think it was anything special! So we were in very good hands!

The wonderful Horst and Les

Despite our expert guides this ride was not all plain sailing. Our first climb out of Cape Town saw our bike start to produce some rather ominous squeaking noises from the back wheel. We stopped to examine the wheel and it emerged that the back break was rubbing so much so that the wheel was being stopped from turning. We soldiered on though in the hope that we would find a bike shop to fix the problem, but as the ride continued more things started to fall apart. Molly stopped being able to change the gears and the front break also decided to start complaining. 5km from stopping and just when we didn’t think anything else could go wrong, we rode over a cat eye and got a very fast puncture in our front wheel…the ride culminated in us limping the tandem back on a very flat front tyre. We were forced to the conclusion that our new tandem was the bike equivalent of a Ferrari…very fast but equally temperamental.

After a pretty excellent brunch and much heroic organization from Molly’s grandparents, the bike was collected and taken away to be mended. It was eventually returned to us, 12 hours before we were due to leave for the start of the race.

Race Day

We woke up bright and early (5:15) after having had a fairly disturbed night thanks to some rather inconsiderate neighbors. The ride down to the start was not quite as straightforward as it could have been…you’re given a starting group and a colour to help marshal you and we succeeded in following the wrong marshaling group to the wrong point, but this was solved quickly. It was a pretty electric atmosphere with all the other cyclists waiting to be fed through to the start line. A grand total of 30,000 cyclists took part and it was really possible to feel the excitement amongst them as we waited to load. We found ourselves attracting a lot of attention the combination of our jerseys and the fact we were a female tandem seemed to be very novel.

We were set off with the rest of the international riders at 8:15 and before we knew it we were well on our way along the coast and down through the outskirts of Cape Town. Much to our surprise we found ourselves matching pace and overtaking some pretty quick riders. This continued as we got further along the course and as we rode up Edinburgh Drive we met the first crowd of spectators. There were many shouts of ‘you can do it tandem!’ and ‘do it for the girls’. It wasn’t just the crowds who were cheering us on; our fellow riders all seemed to have quite a lot to say about and to us. We started a tally on the number of times we heard ‘she’s not pedaling’ and there was also a lot of ‘aren’t tandems supposed to be slower up hill?’ Our personal favorite had to be the universal cry of ‘catch the tandem!’ as other riders tried to slipstream us on the flats and down hill.

We went through the 60km marker, much to our surprise, at bang on 2 hours and it was at that point that we realized that we might be going pretty quickly. We didn’t dare start to think about the final time knowing that the worst two hills were yet to come and that we tend to cap out at speed uphill (we can’t go any quicker than 12kph). Our biggest fear was the aforementioned Chapman’s Peak, which had seemed far bigger than anything we’d done before when we drove it in the car. As it turned out it was fairly straightforward and we succeeded in annoying quite a few of our fellow riders with our chattering all the way up.

After we reached the summit of that hill things felt like they were going to get a lot easier. Before we knew it we’d hit the roundabout we’d ridden to the day before and it all felt very doable. Little did we know that the worst part of our ride was yet to come. Suickerbosse, we had been told, was going to be the hardest climb of the ride. We had scoffed at this the day before; it had seemed as nothing in comparison to the gradient of Chapman’s Peak…we were proved wrong. Coming up to midday we started to climb it and realized, very quickly, that it was not going to be a walk in the park. The heat had reached it’s peak and there was no shade to speak of. To make things more interesting someone decided to step out in front of us as we started to build up speed to climb the hill, Molly did an excellent job of steering out of the way but he did get an earful from both of us! We carried on at a somewhat slower pace but about a quarter of the way up our gears (which had been playing up since Chapman’s Peak) decided to give up as we changed down and the chain came off! Luckily for us a knight in shining armour jumped out from the crowd and put our chain back on. The whole incident only lasted a minute and we rode off again with cheers from the crowd.

We reached the summit in a very sweaty and panting style but after that the last few kilometers felt like a breeze. As we hit the coastal road leading into Cape Town and the finish line we decided it was time to empty the tank. Our last 5km was cycled at a blistering (for us) 44kph and we crossed the finish line having to swerve around some riders who had decided to finish holding hands. Standing up after that was a touch challenging but the feeling of euphoria was very real!

There are a few very important people we need to thank for such a fantastic experience. Molly’s wonderful grandparents; Jeff and Kate, the incredibly professional Horst and Les and most importantly all of you who have donated! If you haven’t donated by now then you really should…it’s a fabulous cause and we rode our socks off!

This won’t be the last you hear from us either, there are plans in the pipeline to get back on the tandem…after our posteriors have recovered of course!


One Last Push!

So things have all sped up in a very alarming manner! We did our last big training ride this weekend. We cycled the famous London-Brighton ride, which was a total of 70 miles from door to door! We were joined on our last ride by the lovely Charles, who patiently tolerated our awful chat and slightly dodgy navigation. He claims he enjoyed all of the back routes and fields we encountered! We also have to thank him for his rucksack full of equipment which we unwittingly mocked when he turned up looking like he was going on a hike, but that sped up our last 12 miles no end after we borrowed his pump for our tyres!


Our poor tandem is starting to show her displeasure with all the miles we’ve put her through. The breaks have started to protest at even the slightest downhill slope after we really put them through their paces in Wales (having to stop at some points to let them cool down) so our last ride has come just at the right time for the bike. She is in as much need of a break from the roads as we will be after we finish on Sunday…

On the subject of Sunday, we have looked at the route in more detail and it appears that we will not encounter the ‘mountain’ that we had previously been so worried about.

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This is what we’ll be doing…
…and this is what we did in Wales

So we are feeling fairly confident going into the weekend. We both did the entire ride on Sunday with cleats on and only had two close shaves in terms of falls. Our climb up the hill coming out of College Road in Dulwich may have been the most humiliating point on the journey when all of the Sunday morning cycling enthusiasts cruised past us while we were pedalling our hardest to get our hefty tandem up the rather steep incline! The good news is that the cannondale that we are renting in Cape Town is much lighter and hopefully more speedy!


As we depart tomorrow the fundraising is looking healthy, but we feel we could be doing better!

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with the money from the supper club we will be over two grand…but we want to be well over three!!

So as we fly off tomorrow can we encourage you all to donate!!


“We saw you two yesterday!”

So as probably everyone with any connection to us knows, Rose and I cycled around Wales over the weekend. In case you didn’t know – we set out for Swansea on Friday night, after work, with the aim of cycling from Swansea to St David’s and back again. In theory.

Cycling from home to Paddington was interesting as I was wearing cleats on the tandem for the first time, plus steering, and navigating with sat nav – needless to say I got a bit angry with jay walking pedestrians and dangerous drivers, but after one near death experience we arrived at the station in one piece, with my blood pressure levels pretty high. The train was absolutely rammed full of people and we worried that the chaos was an omen of what was to come, however, we arrived at our airbnb at around 11pm on Friday night with relatively little trouble. Although I think the prospect of what we were facing induced a little bit of silliness:


Day 1: We got up at 6am thinking that we’d be cycling 85 miles. Ooooh no. NEVER trust Google maps in the countryside, on a bike. It avoided anything resembling a two-way road, and took us on every possible bike route in South Wales, meaning we covered a grand total of 112.5 miles on Saturday. Did we give up? No! Did we cry? No! Did we eat our bodyweight in snacks and meals? Yes! Much of the journey on Saturday was coastal, but that didn’t stop there being a million hills.

We rather stupidly didn’t break for about 3 hours after we set off, which meant that by the time we stopped we were freezing cold and demoralised… The only thing we had passed in 30 miles was a McDonalds, so we ashamedly dismounted the tandem and went in for a coffee and an apple pie (which are disgusting – do not eat them!).We learnt from our mistake of not breaking at least every two hours as it took until 10pm for my feet to thaw out…!

We felt the incongruous nature of two food loving women stopping at a McDonalds needed to be documented…admittedly we could be anywhere!

Post-McDonalds we realised that Google Maps has misled us, and that we should not trust Google Maps. However, my sense of direction is no better and we just got lost again. Our getting lost led us to a really rather wonderful farm shop though, which gave us a heater to warm our feet on, litres of water, coffee and tea, pies, bacon sandwiches, and Welsh cakes. It really was the best lunch we could have wished for, and fuelled us up for the unimaginable amount of hills we came across later on.

We’d come away from the main roads and into some serious hills.Every five minutes or so you’d hear an “oh no, not another downhill” and then a “oh sh*t that’s a big hill ahead” from me as I saw the next peak we had to climb. This went on for over four hours and really was a huge test of physical and mental strength. We both agreed that on single bikes we’d have walked up some of the hills, but on the tandem we did every single one without stopping for a break and we walked a grand total of zero metres. With Rose’s motivational phrases (the highlight of which involved her abusing google for it’s tax dodging) and my constant muttering of ‘just keep going… just keep pushing… i hate hills… Wales won’t defeat us’ we got to St David’s. The last stretch wasn’t without a lot of doubt of our whereabouts, as there are NO signs to St David’s on the road we were on. It was only when we literally arrived in the centre of town that we found out we had got to the end, an extra 25 miles later, in another lovely airbnb.

the last food break before we hit St Davids, we had no idea where we were at this point…but we were still jolly(ish)

Again, supper was momentous – between us we consumed four pains au chocolat, pork scratchings, fish and chips, a burger, more chips, sticky toffee pudding, and cheesecake. Over supper we discussed our plans for the next day. Cyling the over 200 miles in a weekend would be daft, especially as we have to keep training, so we decided to cycle the 54 miles to where the London train departed – Carmarthen. By the end of the day we were exhausted, but happy to know the next day would be easier, and fell asleep at about 9:30, ready for a 7am start.

Day 2: 7am was grim. Achey, cold, and we now knew what Wales’ hills were like. There was the added entertainment of Rose using cleats for the first time on a non-static bike, but she managed surprisingly well! However, we were in surprisingly high spirits, chatting away. The first 40 miles were tough, but the hills were rolling on the main roads – so two miles up at more like a 4% gradient, than 500m up at 11% gradient (we took the car route, not the bike route) – and we arrived for our first break pretty happy. Outside the cafe we asked a family to take a picture and they turned around going “oh! we saw you two yesterday when we were driving up!”. Suddenly we were famous in South Wales! Although we were probably the only tandem in South Wales at that point…

It was at mile 40 when things got really, really tough. I’d never really understood the whole cycling chafing thing until then, and we can now both tell you it is HIGHLY unpleasant. The last 10 miles was spent pedalling in absolute silence, both of us just willing the journey to end as we were in so much pain. It put this tweet that Rose had received from a rowing colleague that we hadn’t understood into context for us:


But we did make it finally and encountered the compulsory welsh sheep along the way:

One great takeaway was that we have never, ever, pedalled so consistently or relentlessly before, and we managed it for an hour on rolling hills. It all bodes well for South Africa!

All in all, we cycled the 170 miles we promised (and more if you count to Paddington and back again), climbed almost 10,000 feet, and consumed over 10,000 calories. We are quite proud of ourselves – the feeling at the top of each of the hills, when you haven’t given up, is really quite amazing – and make a damn good team!

Next weekend sees us trying the novel ‘tandem on a turbo’, which we will film and share for your viewing pleasure. Then on Sunday we are doing the infamous London-Brighton route: a mere 67 miles, which will feel like childs’ play after this weekend. Then things really start to get real, Rose has to go to Henley for a week of training and testing but then it is only a few days until we depart!!


We’re off to Wales!

Our first big training weekend has arrived – we’re going to Swansea to cycle 85 miles to St David’s on Saturday, and back again on Sunday. We have no idea what to expect… And we’re slightly terrified (we might get lost in the middle of Wales). However, we’re armed with waterproofs, navigation devices (you all know we need them), ample amounts of protein-based snacks, and a lot of energy drinks. The panniers are on the bike, and we even have new Movember T-shirts for the occasion!

As you can see, Rose and I have become rather attached to the bike, and it’s starting to take over life as we know it. We thought you might enjoy a few snippets of the text conversations of the past week or so:


Luckily for our own sanity, our friend’s doubt over why they’re friends with us, and (probably mostly) for our boyfriends who have already commented on a “third person in this relationship”- and not in the good way, we only have three weeks until we leave for South Africa.

Please, please sponsor us if you haven’t already. We’re probably going to come back from Wales broken women, so make it worthwhile for us and help us reach our fundraising target!



Supper club success!

In amongst all of our training and other things we decided to have a bit of fun and host a supper club (or a lunch club, really) to raise some more money for Movember. But obviously because this is about preparing for our cycle around South Africa I should mention this weekend’s cycling first (yay, most of you are thinking, I’m sure). We improved significantly on Saturday’s cycle where we just got very lost, for a long time, around Leyton. Sunday took us up past Barnet, up a few hills and we FINALLY stopped freaking out about going fast down hills because of the gain in momentum from the tandem. We covered about 22 miles in 1h 45m through London and found a really rather nice railway/river path:


Our Sunday lunch saw us cooking for about 24 people, which required about 18 hours of cooking from Friday at 8pm through until Sunday at 2pm. Luckily, some of our friends were on hand to help (very much appreciated) and Rose’s sister and her friends volunteered to be waitresses, and were really rather good at it! No emotional breakdowns occurred, the food (if we do say so ourselves) turned out pretty damn well, and everyone seemed to have a great time. We even had to kick people out at 7:30pm because we wanted to go home! Mark from Movember came along to help out too (they are his offices after all) and gave a great speech about what Movember is doing at the moment. If you’re interested in their work, have more of a read here:



Here are some photos from the grand event, where we raised an amazing £650 (so be suspicious of supper clubs next time you go, they make a lot of money…):

Here is what we cooked for everyone:



Tostadas with Guacamole and Black Beans and chorizo
Dill Scones with Smoked Salmon and Horseradish
Stilton and Pickled Pear Puffs
Mini Meatballs with Mango dip
Beetroot and Goats Cheese Tartlets

Gammon and Mustard Terrine on Sourdough or Rye Bread

Main Course
Slow Cooked Chicken and Mushroom stew, Pomegranate and Quinoa Salad, Roasted Butternut Squash and Sweet Potato and Tzatziki on Beetroot and Buckwheat Pancakes

Rose and Pistachio Cheesecake
Petits Fours and Coffee


The biggest thank you to everyone who came – you all made it the event it was and we couldn’t have done it without you. It really does mean a lot to have everyone’s support!

Next weekend we’re off to Wales. We’re all booked and have bought panniers, reflective jackets, energy drinks, thermal base layers, super strong lights, navigation devices, cycling shoes, a bike computer, and cleat pedals for the event. Don’t worry – we’re taking it in turns with the cleat pedals… I spent about half an hour last night trying to get a shoe off the cleat with my hands (we hadn’t attached it to the bike yet) so we thought it best to have at least one person with free feet. There’ll be videos of the failure that will ensue, I’m sure… We’ll be cycling 170 miles over two days, so if you’re not willing to sponsor us for 67 miles around Cape Town, add in the 170 miles of Wales, 70 miles to Brighton on the 20th, giving up alcohol, and training most days, and do we have ourselves a deal? Good! Sponsor us here please:


Another huge thank you to everyone who sponsored us, and if anyone fancies joining us on a weekend cycle… Let us know!


Up sh*t creek without a… wheel?

So disaster struck on Friday, just before the weekend’s two planned tandem rides around London, and our back wheel was stolen. The tandem was outside my (Molly’s) house, with all of the other bikes and on Friday my flatmate sent me a photo with the caption “did you take the wheel off?” and a very sorry looking tandem. We had not taken the wheel off, and were rather angry about whoever stole it. We need the tandem!


They had not just stolen the wheel, but they broke the chain, the back brakes, and the cassette… The tandem has now become so integral to life as we know it that immediately we sprang into action and rang around every bike shop in the vicinity, and very kindly Push Bikes on Newington Green said they’d get it fixed by the morning so we still got our morning training done, with a 7am two hour ride planned for tomorrow as well. Here is our lovely tandem back to fully functioning form (it was a rather emotional ordeal):


And us after our cycle around the suburbs of London. We tried to get out to Essex but my sense of direction isn’t very good and Rose isn’t much help, I have to say. Instead we did a few circuits of the Olympic Park and went to Walthamstow, Leyton, Leyton Central, and Leytonstone – about 20 times. We were just happy to be back on the bike though, and have now invested in two extra bike locks, just to be super safe. Although we did rather want a drink after the whole ordeal – HOWEVER we have given up alcohol for a month (I know, right – that in itself deserves sponsorship) so couldn’t even have a glass of wine!


One of the main reasons we were in quite such a rush to get it all fixed was because of our supper club on Sunday! We’ve been cooking since 7pm on Friday, and just finished for the day. We’ve got the full on four courses, drinks, and tandem cupcakes (no I didn’t spend over two hours scoring a tandem stencil and spraying icing with edible glitter…):


Here we are after our super-long cooking marathon, with most of the food prepped and ready to go to Movember HQ who are super kindly holding our supper club in the top floor of their offices.


If you’d like to sponsor us, please do! Here’s the link:


First Tentative Tottering

So since our last post there have been many happenings. Molly and I have acquired a tandem, which she (very heroically) rode across London to Hackney for us. On a cold Saturday afternoon after I (Rose) had finished racing on the Thames, we took our first tentative revolutions on the tandem around Clissold Park in Stoke Newington. Much to the horror of the local dogs, parents and children:

After a few more attempts we managed to remain upright for a longer period of time:

Since our first few tries in Clissold Park we’ve come a lot further. We have just spent the weekend in Bath for Molly’s birthday and obviously took the tandem with us. We had a baptism of fire for our first longer ride, which involved riding from Hackney to Paddington station, in the dark….at rush hour. Needless to say, we totally kept our cool (didn’t we Molly?) but after the first terrifying few minutes we were flying round London like pros and reached Paddington in one piece:


The morning after our arrival in Bath we took the bike out for proper outing and cycled 18 miles of the Bath to Bristol cycle route hitting some truly tremendous speeds. The achievement of the morning was definitely making it up the infamous Lansdowne Hill in one, albeit tired, piece.

We have planned 4 gruelling weekends of cycling before we fly out to South Africa, culminating in a huge weekend in Wales where we plan to cycle from Swansea-St Davids and back (85 miles each way).

It’s not all work and no play though! The lovely people at Movember have given us a space at their head offices to hold a fundraising lunch this Sunday and preparations are well under way. Molly and I are currently planning menus and entertainment for over 20 guests who have all generously donated to our great cause!

If you would also like to donate our JustGiving page is here: https://www.justgiving.com/twogirlsonatandem/


It’s all suddenly very real…

We’ve been terrible at this whole blogging thing… One post and then nothing for months. Luckily we’ve been much more disciplined with our actual training and sorting other things out. Here’s a bit of an update on what on earth we’ve been doing.

Firstly, and probably most importantly, we’ve booked our flights – so we are definitely going! Don’t worry – none of your very generously donated money will be going towards the flights, we’ve covered them. Everything donated will go straight to Movember.

Speaking of which, I (Molly) met with Ant, Jon and Foxy from Movember last week (sadly Rose was training in Henley for rowing) to discuss our plans and they gave us lots of fantastic merchandise and free things to give to people – so if you want badges/stickers then let us know! I left even more excited about the whole thing as we have some big plans for media and spreading the word, as well as a couple of potential fundraising ideas… It’s all rather real now and we can’t wait to raise as much money as possible (and wear the Movember kit we’ve been promised). Here’s a very large photo of me in one of my lovely Movember t-shirts after a 40km cycle:


Also, we’ve found a tandem and now just need to go and collect it… It’s in very South London so we shall be collecting it soon. We’re hiring a tandem when we’re out there (a proper racing one) so this one is a practice one with thicker tyres and it’s a bit heavier so should be easier to balance… Fingers crossed! We have also reserved a tandem in South Africa for us to use for the race and the couple of days before… It looks pretty fast so hopefully it’ll get us up the really steep hills. This is the one we’re hiring in Cape Town:


We looked at the potential elevation of the race, and some of the biggest climbs are about 750ft. They haven’t given us the proper route yet, so our plan is a guess based on distance and description. We almost had a panic attack when we saw we thought the route was:



But actually, the description clearly states ‘you miss the Komettjie Hill’. Phew. Also that is NOT a hill.

We have been doing lots of training anyway, and I have joined the athlete lab which is probably one of the coolest places I have ever been – you do an FTP (fitness) test and all of your training is based around that. All of your data (cadence, rpm, HR zone, distance) is displayed on a giant screen in front of everyone and you all just pedal, really, really hard for a really long time and make sure you’re not the person whose charts are red and telling you to try harder. With most sessions the gears change for you and they’re proper bikes on sort-of-turbo-trainers (not spinning bikes) so it’s the perfect alternative to weekday training on a real bike, as sadly I still don’t see daylight. One of the sessions is called ‘super iron hurt house booster’ and I almost died, on more than one instance.

Rose has, as usual, been smashing rowing competitions and is now like 100 times British champion, or at least very near! Maybe we’ll get to the same point with tandem racing…?


So, we think we’re getting the fitness we need. Now all we need is this tandem! We have weekends in Wales, Somerset, and London to Brighton booked for our tandem cycling – so let’s hope we don’t get sick of each other…



In the Beginning

So we have made the really sensible decision to ride 109km for the Cape Town Cycle Tour… On a tandem. Oh, and Rose is technically blind. And we’ve never been on a tandem.

We’ve been friends for six years… You wouldn’t know.

We wanted something to aim towards, training wise, with both of us having been (or currently) rowers. Rose to a paralympic level, and Molly to college level. So, we have a blind girl on a bike, and the other one is trying desperately to keep up with a paralympic athlete. It can only go well.

So far, we’ve done a lot of spinning. It’s been about a month of sweat, pain, and more sweat. We both lead pretty busy lives, so Molly is trying to fit in an hour of spinning a day on top of working 6:30am-7:30pm (and clinging to the notion of a social life) and Rose already trains for rowing 6 days a week. We’ve been spinning quite a lot though, and will be stepping it up on bikes and training at least 6 times a week after Christmas.

So far we’ve got better at spinning, starting off with “I’ve never worked this hard in my life”; “oh god this hurts – my legs are going to fall off”; “I can’t stop thinking I should still be cycling” and “sod this, I need a drink”. Now we can keep up with the suggested resistances, even go further, and get overly competitive with everyone in the spinning class who has no idea we’re trying to beat them.

This has all come across as rather negative but we’re actually really enjoying it and are already planning trips around the country on our non-existent tandem.

Looking lovely post-spin

Our only previous experience of cycling together was after a few pints… and a few more… in Oxford. Both of us alive, but bruised. We’ve got a lot better now, with both of us able to stay upright on road bikes, but we’ll see what happens when we get on a tandem.

Now the important bit, all of this isn’t just for our own (and your) entertainment. We’re doing it because we wanted to challenge ourselves to do something significant for charity. We didn’t want something that would be easy – but something that would push us to make sacrifices in order to achieve a feat we’d be proud of, and also hopefully raise a lot of money.

We will be cycling for Movember. Molly met two of the blokes who started Movember when having a drink at our local brewery and got chatting – they were really inspirational, talking about how the whole thing started and how important an issue prostate cancer is. It’s equally as important for women to support the fight against prostate cancer, just as men have recognised the seriousness of needing to tackle breast cancer. We thought that two girls (as unconventional as us) doing this for Movember would attract some more well-needed attention, so we chatted and decided to cycle for Movember. Please donate generously!

Here’s the link to the Movember UK page for more information:


So please please please sponsor us! And if anyone knows of a racing tandem we might be able to beg, steal or borrow then that would be fantastic! We’ll keep updating the blog with amusing tales, and ridiculous anecdotes as they, inevitably, keep happening.