Bike is packed away

I cycled to Chester yesterday morning and felt really good. I beat my usual time by ten minutes. I know that does not sound a lot but it felt good to me. The cleats problem was sorted. I was advised to keep the shoes I had because they were made for walking as well as riding and I would be doing both....do you think that they know something I don't? There are a little bit like trainers with the cleates hidden away in the sole. They altered the tension on my peddle and I found that I had more movement, which is the result I wanted. I feel much happier now that is sorted.
Father Ian Delinger, our campus chaplain. He was the guy singing in the music video, and a great job he did. He sent me an email wishing me luck and offered to mention me in Friday's prayers. I was quite overwhelmed, no one has ever prayed for me before, certainly not with my knowledge. I must admit I am not overly religious but it won't do me any harm having God in my corner.Thanks Ian I am really touched by your gesture.
I sorted out most of the things I am taking away with me, not a large amount. I still think that I've forgot something....I will only realise what it is when I get on the plane, which is the usual way. I was looking at a tent in Chester but they wanted nearly three hundred pounds for one, which I thought was quite steep. I will have a look at tents when I get to America.
I've got some beer left so I've invited a few friends over to mine after work on Wednesday to finish it off....should be fun.
James, my work colleague has offered to take me to the airport on Friday morning, cheers James. He has a nice big car and we should fit the boxed bike into the boot, or should I start saying trunk now I'm going to America. I once got pulled up for speeding when I was in Nevada, the policeman cautiously approached my car as I lowered the window. I told him I was British and he seemed to relax. He asked me for my driving licence which I informed him was in the boot.....he couldn't get that one. It was like that scene in Little Briton where the weight class teacher, Marjorie Doors is asking the Asian lady to keep repeating what she says. He let me go without giving me a ticket after informing me that he had a friend in Scotland and did I know him. I was tempted to ask him if his name was jock but didn't want to push my luck.
I have spoken to loads of people who actually read my blog, I'm amazed. I know that's what is supposed to happen but it still amazes me.I had a guy from Argintina get in touch with me asking me for the lyrics to my song....his name was Enrique....as long as it wasn't Nigelo Cowelleo. I thought that my blog was just the ramblings of a frustrated adventurer with a Lycra fetish.....I know exactly what you are thinking and you are probably right.
It was my Auntie Hilda's birthday yesterday. Unfortunately I couldn't go for the meal, I had to work late but I went to her house for a drink after I'd finished. I had a really nice time......eighty one and still has a twinkle in her eye and a spring in her step... we left her and Uncle Ken alone about ten o'clock laughing and joking.....I hope she was gentle with him.
The last few days before the off and so much to do...so I'd better get doing.