Cape Cod Cycling Capers

Here we in the town of Falmouth in Cape Cod raring to go on our cycling trip. We have just had a wee feed in a local restaurant. Marguerite, Snr, Michael and Marguerite Jnr all sampled the same seafood chowder dish. Eh.........let's just say they did not like it ok. The two Marguerites returned theirs pronto and were too pissed off to order anything else. Meanwhile Michael forced his chowder into him, not wanting to upset the waitress, cause a scene or worse, go hungry. Jude played it safe with a toastie and later admitted to feeling somewhat guilty for eating it in front of them all.

Hey anyway, is that a French flag in the background of the top pic? Sure it's just like the Tour de France this business isn't it?

Today Jude was too afraid to remove his ear muffs in case he died from some kind of horrible death by cold ear fever thingy. Marguerite's just cool no matter what she wears!!!!!!!

Riding the Shining Sea Bikeway folks, that what we are going to do today. Oh...just one point before we go folks - there's an old Ballygalget proverb that goes something like this..eh......remember to keep er between the ditches like!!!

Soon Michael suspected there may have been somethng wrong with Marguerite's Jnr's bike (slight tendency to lean right) so he held her hand while pulling one of those cheesy grin things that suggested he thought Marguerite was in need of retaking that 1985 cycling proficency test again.

Sinead, Marie, Charlene D, Kerry, Brenda and Franchesca do you remember that proficiency test which resulted in Marguerite becoming the proud owner of 'True Blue' by Madonna? Anyway when Michael raised the issue of the failed proficieny test again, Marguerite just responded with, 'Papa Don't Preach'. Wha? Meanwhile Jude is snapping away like one of those guys on motor bikes with the cameras and all at the Tour de France.

Further down the road and as Marguerite Jnr's bike continued to lean right Michael decided to get off-side. So not being able to bear watching a repeat of the 1985 episode he dropped back to a safe distance of at least a mile behind (black dot in back of the pic below).

Hey,what's this here? How does this stupid bike work? This stupid basket is making me all lop-sided. Is that a fence there mummy? Ahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Am I alive? What day is it? Where am I? Cycling always was a stupid game anyway. Never did quite get the hang of it.

Marguerite then decided that walking was best for a few minutes while she regained her composure and all the wee stones she had gathered and neatly placed in thon basket thing there.

Here is a pic of the nice little town of 'Woods Hole' which we cycled into from Falmouth. In the distance there you can see the island of Martha's Vineyard. Sure we were having so much fun on the bikes we'd have been mad to get the ferry over to the Vineyard. Maybe next time when the summer's here.

Back on the road again and this time it's Michael who is going a wee bit lop-sided to the right. Michael is trying one of those mad Belfast kamikazee stunts of trying to cycle straight through a tree!!!! Now it's Marguerite Snr who can't bear to watch.

'Mummy, if I made roads, I would make them all flat you know.'

Ah.....................just around the corner and what's this? A beach, who put that there? 'Lovely, now that's just what I needed', said Marguerite Jnr as she just collapsed on the spot. 'Hey Jude, pass me the sun cream please, and my fanta also, and when you're there just bring my nail varnish too, sure this is like heaven.' Wha?

Mummy did you bring the picnic?

Michael wanted his photo taken here on the beach so he could confuse his mates at home.....(not too difficult). You see Michael had spent the first few days of his holiday leading his mates to believe that an eskimo couldn't survive in Boston/New England/Cape Cod in March (via phone calls & texts), so he reckoned that a pic of him doing a little spot of sunbathing would throw the lads off completely.
Jude decided to take absolutely no chances, so he kept his coat on during the sunbathing routine.










That was our first visit to the beach in 2009 but it was soon back onto the road again with the bikes. We came along to a nice wee port where Marguerite jnr again chucked the bike, this time in favour of this cool wee rowing number.

Here Michael rests, quietly contemplating just what he might buy if that lottery ticket he bought this morning lands him in it big time.

You might have heard about Cape Cod and it's beauty and all that. Often places don't live up to the hype, well from the small part of Cape Cod that we saw today, it certainly did. It really was a nice place and we all agreed today was just the perfect day, but just don't mention that chowder! Anyway Marguerite Jnr reckoned we cycled 30 miles today, in fact it was closer to about 8 miles. Here we are at the finish line. The bike shop guy took this pic. Jude had ushered him into the middle of the road to get the best spot for the photy, regardless of the fact that traffic was swerving all around him. The poor guy was just minding his own business and trying to earn a living to feed his kids, yet there we were placing his life in danger just so we could get a good pic of thon sign for the blog.