Post edited 7:52 pm - Sunday, August 15, 2010 by Paul S Murray
ONCE OPON A TIME THERE WAS A CYCLIST WHO WAS TRICKED INTO WALKING. NOW THIS CYCLIST THOUGHT HE WAS THE BEES-KNEES WHEN IT CAME TO HARD/DIFFICULT/EXTREME PHYSICIAL ACTIVITIES. BUT A NAUGHTY ELF AND A TRICKY ELF PERSUADED HIM TO TEST HIS LEGENDARY DARING AT WALKING FROM KILLARY TO MAMM CROSS, ALL 42.18654231 KILOMETERS OF IT. NOW CHILDREN LISTEN CAREFULLY TO THIS TALE………..ELVES, FAIRIES AND SUCH FOLK ARE QUITE MISCHIEVOUS AND PLAY TRICKS AND THEY SOMETIMES PUT A " GLAMMER" ON AN INNOCENT SOUL……….YES CHILDREN , ME. IT ALL STARTED BY A LAKE. A SINISTER BODY OF WATER TO BE SURE. WE HEADED WEST, WE HEADED EAST AND THEN IN CIRCLES UNTIL OUR HERO GOT BLISTERS AND SHORTNESS OF BREATH. ONLY THEN DID THE REAL JOURNEY BEGIN………..INTO THE MISTY MOUNTAINS….WATER WAS IN SCARCE SUPPLY AND THE WAY WAS HARD. DIZZY SPELLS WERE CAST AND OUR HERO STAGGERED OVER ROCKY HILL AND BOGGY GLEN. THE WICKED ELVES SKIPPED AND DANCED AHEAD SMILING AND LAUGHING AND OUR HERO SWORE AND CURSED BUT STILL ENDURED, SUCH WAS HIS STOUT HEART. BUT NEAR THE END WHERE THE MOUNTAIN WAS AT IT'S STEEPEST THE SPELL OF FOOLISHNESS WAS CAST BY THE TRICKSIE ELVES……..OUR HERO CLIMBED FASTER THAN ALL BUT JUST AT THE TOP THE SPELL OF PELVIC-LOCK-UP WAS CAST AND OUR HERO BEGAN TO CURL INTO THE FETAL POSITION, WHILE STILL WALKING ANOTHER 9KM TO THE FINISH. WHERE HE ROLLED UP INTO A BALL AND WAS UNABLE TO STRAIGHTEN UP AGAIN FOR A WHOLE DAY………I WON'T MENTION THE SPELL OF PUKING UP CHICKEN SOUP !!..YES, CHILDREN……………STAY ON YOUR BIKES….THEY ACT LIKE THE SACRED ROWEN TREE AND WILL PROTECT YOU FROM NAUGHTY ELVES. BUT BEWARE OF ROADS WITH TROLLS.
…….THEY CAN CAUSE A PROBLEM OR TWO FOR THE UNWARY CYCLIST. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.