even exactly) 60, and a veteran of many bike tours, including
Adventure Cycling's Northern Tier X-C ride a few years ago. He's in
the air traffic control biz, but in a technical role, not in the
towers. Clive has thighs the size of major tree stumps, and a bum
knee which had him in hobble mode a week or so ago. Fortunately, the
bad spell came and went over our last rest day, in Damascus -- if it
had hapened on a ride day (as he put it in his colourful native
tongue) "I'd've been f@@ed in the f@@ing van." At least I think
that's what he said. Clive speaks in clipped tones way back in his
throat, and in a manner that doesn't involve the lips in any
discernable way, so it's often hard to tell. I end up riding more
miles with Clive than anyone else in the group -- we're pretty well
matched pace-wise. I go a little faster uphill, and in general; Clive
goes waaaay faster downhill, and I'm pretty sure he could ride at a 14
mph pace for weeks on end.
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