With several minutes of reassuring and informative tire kicking behind me, I decided to seal the deal and purchase my ‘hog’ for the trip off a charming lady that I met on Craigslist (not in that way). With my wheels sorted, I finally had time to focus on planning the painful part i.e. The Route...
So assuming I manage to maintain a sweaty peddling average of 62kms a day (and after allowing for the odd day of R&R) I should be licking my first pot of Guinness (and second, and third...) in the South Pole Inn in Annascaul on Saturday December 4th. Bring it on!