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marcelskittels · 9 months
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Wout van Aert of Belgium and Team Jumbo-visma prior to the 19th Tour of Britain - Stage 1 a 163.6km from Altrincham to Manchester on September 03, 2023 in Altrincham, Great Britain. (Photo by Oli Scarff/AFP via Getty Images)
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ms-neens · 5 months
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Remember this painting of mine - "Jeremy Clarkson and his Range Rover"? Now you can claim a copy for yourself at the counter of the one and only Diddly Squat Farmshop! ♥︎
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I cannot thank my friends Adrian and Ray enough for making a big wish of mine come true, as I can't be in the UK myself.
They delivered and handed out 100 prints of my Jeremy Clarkson painting at the Diddly Squat Farmshop (as well as my Comic book for Jezza himself)!
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My Grand Tour comic book plus this poster will be a Christmas gift for Mr. Clarkson himself (Gerald's daughter Lucy gives it to him)! I'm speechless! ~♡
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All the people shopping there today got a copy of it, but the shop still has a lot in stock. I wonder how long it might last?
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As awful as my whole year has been, this is the most incredible Christmas present I ever got and yes, wishes can come true! Thanks to my incredible friends, this is just amazing, so I had to share this story!
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pinkjersey · 3 months
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troubled peloton (8/?)
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a-sportygoldfish · 8 months
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A work of Aert In winning the Tour of Britain 🇬🇧 💛🐝 👏
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flourbray · 9 months
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i love following two stage races! means i can watch sheer unforseen chaos at the Vuelta, truly one of the grand tours of all time, get excited again about GC KUSS, and see what bullshit happens race-organisation-wise
and then tune into the Tour of Britain and see for the fourth stage in a row a TDT-unibet rider in the breakaway, a climb of 2km at 3%, Jumbo-Visma form a super leadout train and Olav Kooij win the stage. it's like having a nice cup of tea after a long and eventful day.
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june-girl-86 · 1 year
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sounwise · 2 years
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The Beatles onstage presented a line of three singer-guitarists standing toward the front, with the drummer sitting behind and above them on a small platform flanked by guitar amplifiers. [...] Their haircuts had been regularized into shiny, bowl-shaped helmets that framed their faces and enlarged their heads, giving them an almost childlike silhouette. They were dressed identically, coiffed identically, and the three in front were all of equal height. Yet their uniformity of appearance was offset by an almost complete lack of uniformity in their individual styles of performance. On the right side of the stage stood John Lennon, facing the audience squarely, his feet planted widely apart, his body flexing up and down at the knees in a motion that suggested Elvis Presley idling in neutral. Half-blind as he was without the glasses he refused to wear onstage, John’s naturally petulant expression was compounded by an air of obliviousness as he sang, his head tilted back, squinting down his nose at the blur of lights and shapes that swam before his eyes. Across the stage from his songwriting partner, Paul McCartney bounced and hopped and twisted as if his movements were being controlled by an apprentice puppeteer, the neck of his violin-shaped bass guitar alternately jerking up and down or sweeping across the stage as he turned to face his bandmates. In contrast to John, Paul seemed to take in everything that was happening around him onstage, as reflected on his face by a constant flow of smiles, frowns of concentration, surprised laughter, and histrionic double-takes—one moment the picture of crooning sincerity with his head bowed and his eyes raised, the next moment actually shaking from head to toe with the excitement of the music. A more sober form of concentration could be seen on the face of George Harrison as he stood in the middle of the band, his guitar held perfectly level and worn high on his body. George onstage was a collection of small, poised gestures: now stepping forward to take a solo, now leaning over to share a microphone with Paul or John on the chorus harmonies. Behind the others sat Ringo, surrounded by his new American-made drum set, the front head of his bass drum displaying the name of the band in stark black lettering. Raising his sticks high, fanning his hi-hat cymbals with his arm drawn across his body, Ringo seemed to vie with the audience for the attention of the three guitarists in front of him, at times actually lifting out of his seat with the enthusiasm of his playing. And on his face, mixed in with the sidelong glances and knowing grins that linked the Beatles to one another onstage, could be glimpsed a look of absolute astonishment that the others, if they did nothing else, managed to suppress.
[—from Can’t Buy Me Love: The Beatles, Britain, and America, Jonathan Gould]
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marcelskittels · 9 months
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Olav Kooij of The Netherlands & Wout van Aert of Belgium and Team Jumbo Visma during the 19th Tour of Britain - Stage 2 a 109.9km from Wrexham to Wrexham on September 04, 2023 in Wrexham, Wales. (Photos by Alex Whitehead/SWpix.com)
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historyfiles · 3 months
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Churches of Cornwall: neither St Mary's Old Chapel or Gwarnick Manor House Chapel exist in Cornwall, with the first standing a small distance from the house itself, but being demolished before 1736.
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sportsallover · 9 months
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Wait, is that really how it’s been going? Is Jumbo really out there aiming at a grand slam in grand tours and on the Tour of Britain at the same time?
@flourbray
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miafi · 9 months
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via hardyccphotos Instagram / September 3 2023
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amarawisbey · 1 day
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a-sportygoldfish · 9 months
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yall having wout van aert as you lead out man is a ducking cheat code 🧐 Crazy
another good day for jumbo
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flourbray · 9 months
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watching the ToB/smaller races is great because you get to see just how dull the WT kits are compared to some pro/conti teams. these two especially; flanders-baloise and trinity racing
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although trinity aren't wearing their normal kit (they have a ToB special that's not quite as good)
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pennywhistle2021 · 2 years
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The next stop on the Sector V world tour is Jolly (and rainy) Old England with a not-so-jolly workaholic. 🇬🇧 Of course his trip would have to be mission related, because Nigel Uno ya know 
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bikepackinguk · 9 months
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Day Ninety-nine
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It's a very grey start to today, with a light cloud cover coating the skies.
Up out of the bridleway spot and back onto the road near Constantine, it's straight into the hills as the road leads up into Cornwall's high surroundings as I continue my heading east.
It's some rolling hills to tackle as I slog along the road through some busy morning traffic, until finally riding in to the edges of Falmouth.
The busy port town is full of climbs as I track around and make my way down to the harbourside, where I get a beautiful view across Carrick Roads whilst waiting for the ferry.
After a brief stint afloat and savouring the waves, I put in across the water at the beautiful town of St Mawes.
Heading up past the castle, with some lovely views back across the water, it's up the steep hills once more to start slogging along the road again.
The rising sun is doing its best to burn off the light cloud cover of the morning, and the heat is rising once more as I get to rejoin NCN Route 3 for its stint along the coastline here.
Dropping down past Carne Beach, the route begins a heavy section of steep climbs and drops as it tours around the beautiful coastal area, zig zagging round to take in the many bays and watersides as it makes its way around the cliffsides.
Around and past the steep drops through Portmellon and Mevagissey, the route finally heads off the roads for a long hard climb over the lovely gardens of Heligan, before crossing the road and heading on to St Austell River.
It's a wonderful stretch of off-traffic riding herr as Route 3 follows up the river's course, through some beautiful forested areas, until heading in to St Austell at the heaving A390.
With Route 3 continuing northwards, I head off the cycle route and in to town for a resupply stop and break, before carrying on around the very busy roads to head on towards Par.
Whilst riding along the trails here, the bike lurches to a very sudden stop. A glance down has my heart in my mouth as a rather large branch has managed to find its way into the spokes of my rear wheel, catching the struts of my mudguard, and wrenching everything round. The mudguard has folded near double on itself and is sticking out towards my knee, and the branch is firmly wedged in amongst the wheel.
I stop to assess the damage as this could be pretty disastrous. After managing to extricate the offending piece of wood, I get the mudguard to unfold and slot back into its place without much harm done, and a check of the wheel finds that it's not even much out of true.
What on earth is with this bike?! An absolute tank! I can barely believe that no serious damage has been caused from this incident, but everything seems to be rolling ok, so I guess that means on with the show!
Round to Par and through it's looping one-way system, it's up another big sharp hill to head over to Fowey, with a steep descent through some narrow paths leading to some steps down to my second ferry of the day.
After a short wait and chat with some other tourists waiting, it's aboard the small ferry for a short cruise over the River Fowey to land at the working harbour at Polruan.
With the day wearing on, the heat and work haven't ceased yet, as from the waterside the road leads up and up a long and steep hill to get through and out of the pretty seaside village.
Finally up onto the coastal moorlands, I think it's been another long and tough day's work, so it's time for me to get scouting for a spot to lay my head. Tomorrow should hopefully have me pushing on and out of Cornwall's challenging hills.
TTFN!
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