Cycling Bavaria, in Germany with the boyfriend. The lowest point went something like this:
“No don’t stop!
“But I’m tired…”
“You can stop when we get to the top of this hill. You have to deserve your rests.”
“I can’t see the top! That’s it I’m taking a break.”
“Erm, there’s no need to shout. You’re scaring the birds…”
Usually my super fit boyfriend, Mario, goes on these epic cycle tours with his father. The two men love to pump iron on their bikes puffing up steep hills and speeding down again. A 45km ride in one morning is nothing to them. They go by the theory that, you work hard and then you can really enjoy your achievement with a massive German beer in the countryside somehwhere.
So when Mario suggested we head out to one of his favourte spots in Bavaria, he made the typical man mistake of forgetting who he was with.
A cycle ride to me is a slow amble on the straight and exciting descents down hills until I find a pretty spot for a picnic or a bite to eat. I stop to photograph the landscapes, stare at the flowers and sunbathe. I like to pet horses, baa at sheep and investigate abandoned little huts in the woods.
You can see where I’m going with this…
Day one of our cycle tour, we did it his way. I was trussed up in about three pairs of padded underwear as well as all the cycle gear and multiple layers of clothes to keep me warm and thus, I sweating like a sinner in church. The sun was on hiatus leaving behind a greyish landscape, so this was not the romantic wanderlust journey I had imagined. In fact I was pretty pissed off. It wasn’t fun. He was gunning along like he was in a race and he wouldn’t allow us to slow down because that would mean we had failed the war against our inner-selves or some kind of crap like that. The picnic was a baked snack shared on a bench and I was starting to see that the Kindle, I had packed for that moment where he snoozed in the sun and I read Jodi Picoult, was going to remain firmly at the bottom of my rucksac. Fuck.
You see girls this is the point in your relationship where you have to pull away from being his ‘mate’ and remind him that you are a ‘lady’ or a ‘girl’ or whatever. I’m a feminist, as in a belive in equality, but I am no fool. I know there is a difference between men and women and in this case, the way we enjoy things is poles aparts.
This video is what happened on day two when we decided not to go on a cycle tour but to just explore the area on bicycles, but what really happened was we took Bikewald Spessart route 2 around Frammersbach. We did it slowly, we parked up at nice spots to chillout and enjoy the view. We felt warm and fuzzy, rather than out of breath and, yes, we still deserved a beer afterwards.