Memories of Majorca 2014 – by Steve Lunt
In the two weeks we holidayed in Majorca – so many memories and images and funny moments: too many to recall within this space but here's one or two that are memorable.
They range from the bizarre – Stewarts front wheel slipping into the slots of a drain grid with longitudinal slots!! in the road lane – this brings back memories of a past life where I suffered exactly the same indignity and went over the handlebars in a side road in the bay of Pollenca – C/o Barry Johnson Cockermouth sporty holiday – about 1991/92) – to that of the appearance of Peter P who on a searingly hot day just a few weeks ago took shade under a tree and literally leaked water like a fountain from the top of his head downwards.
In the two weeks we holidayed in Majorca – so many memories and images and funny moments: too many to recall within this space but here's one or two that are memorable.
They range from the bizarre – Stewarts front wheel slipping into the slots of a drain grid with longitudinal slots!! in the road lane – this brings back memories of a past life where I suffered exactly the same indignity and went over the handlebars in a side road in the bay of Pollenca – C/o Barry Johnson Cockermouth sporty holiday – about 1991/92) – to that of the appearance of Peter P who on a searingly hot day just a few weeks ago took shade under a tree and literally leaked water like a fountain from the top of his head downwards.
As I said earlier – many great days out – we cycled every day but with hindsight (even John Murphy had to admit) probably too much for our age group and the daytime temperature.
Still, we did get to enjoy the spectacle of a Vets bike road race event storming through the back roads around Alcudia and the revelation and relief of grinding our way in low gears to the viewpoint above Polenca (the first high view point – Mirador) with breathtaking views plunging down to the sea and the headland
One of the biggest surprises in a village called Sineu was to come across on the village outskirts (after much head scratching) a leisure complex with an open air
Velodrome! Access easy – John and myself and Peter with whoops of glee set off at the best speed we could muster to gain some height and manage two circuits – it was a large dome being outdoors, but not as steeply graded as the traditional indoor sites. Quite an adrenalin buzz.
So many memorable rides, scenes and incidents – too many to include in a brief summary: we realised that we had our favourite 'hotspots' and 'watering holes' and 'chill out places', but damn that hillpast the quarry we always seemed to need to negotiate to get back to the coast at Can Picafort.
In conclusion – it must be put on record that the treatment, service, food and its presentation were of the highest standard! The hotel staff were all obliging and delightful to be with.
So who's coming with us to Mallorca Wheels next year?