Coast2CoastUSA

We are Home

2009-04-08T06:11:00.004+01:00

We have all arrived safely home. A 11 hour wait for a delayed flight in Orlando airport and with security taking our bike bags apart and swabbing everything, left the team totally exhausted.

We have our party on Thursday in the Botanical Gardens of Wales.
Hope to see you there. it's a 1830 hrs start in the Great Glass House

Please check back to see the updates on the blog.

Thank you everyone - your support has been overwhelming and without it, the C2C challenge would not have maintained the high morale that was needed to complete the crossing of the continent.

SONG OF THE TOUR - AN AMERICAN TAIL

2009-04-06T16:41:00.003+01:00

TRAVELING IN A BUS FROM SUNNY OCEANSIDE
POPPY WAS POPPING PILLS ALL THE WHILE
RICHARD DIDN’T SAY A THING FOR A THOUSAND MILES
THEN WE STOPPED FOR A CYCLE RIDE

BACK IN THE BUS AND ALONG TO 29 PALMS
IAN WAS DRIVING AND LOST ALL HIS CALM
THE SAT NAV TOOK HIM DOWN A DIRT TRACK TO A FARM
BEAR HAD A BLOW OUT BUT HE CAME TO NO HARM

CHORUS
IN WITH THE BIKES OUT WITH THE BIKES
IN WITH THE BIKES OUT WITH THE BIKES

NEXT IT WAS ON TO KINGMAN AND ROUTE 66
ALL WENT TO A STEAKHOUSE FOR OUR KICKS
CHATSY HAD ANOTHER BURGER – NUMBER 96
HENRY HAD SO MUCH ROOT BEER HE WAS PISSED

NEXT TO GRAND CANYON WITH ONSLOW IZZARD
DROVE US INTO A SNOWY BLIZZARD
PORTH WENT WILD AND DRUNK UP ALL THE TURKEY
WOKE UP IN A BATH AT 4.30

CHORUS

THEN A BIKE RIDE TO MONUMENT VALLEY
DUFFS GOT HIS BIG LENS DROVE US DOLLALLY
NEXT TO MEXICAN HAT AND THE NAVAJO NATION
MERV WAS FAMISHED BUT CARROTS WERE HIS ONLY SALVATION

PEDALLING HARD TO TAOS AND OVER A MOUNTAIN
TEN AND A HALF THOUSAND FEET PHIL WAS REALLY PANTING
OVER THE RIO GRANDE WHERE WE MET ZORRO
BIG PARTY IN THE BARN THEN OFF TOMORROW

CHORUS

THE MARIACHI BAND WERE PLAYING IN THE PLAZA
MERV AND TOM MISSED IT ALL WHILE HUNTING GOAFER
NEXT DAY WE CYCLED ONTO CLOVIS
THE WAFFLES WERE GREAT BUT THE BREAD SURE WASN’T HOVIS

BURNING RUBBER ALL THE WAY TO AUSTIN TEXAS
BRAKES ON THE CAR GAVE UP AND WE WERE HELPLESS
WE THEN TURNED OUR PEDALS OVER TO HOUST-ON
WHERE WE ALL WENT TO THE PUB WITH IAN AND HAD A SING SONG

CHORUS

THEN INTO LOUISIANA WHERE THE SWAMPS GOT DENSER
THE BOYS IN THE CAR ARE DULL THEY’LL NEVER JOIN MENSA
US IN THE BUS THOUGHT THEY HAD BEEN HAD BY A GATOR
THEY GOT LOST IN THE BAYOU SO WE SAW THEM LATER

TRAVELLING FAR ON A BUS TO NEW ORLEANS
DOWN TO BOURBON STREET WHERE WE SAW QUEENS
INTO PAT O BRIEN’S FOR A HURRICANE
MORE THAN ONE NIGHT WOULD DRIVE YOU INSANE

CHORUS

CROSS MISSISSIPPI AND INTO ALABAMA
WE MET DAVE AND SKIP AND SUSANNAH
FROM MOBILE WE CYCLED TO PANAMA CITY
BOYS ROAD HARD BUT ROADS WERE GRITTY

THE WEATHER GOT HOT SO DUFFERS TOOK A SNOOZY
AT THE HOTEL IT WAS ALL IN THE JACUZZI
TO THE LOBSTER FOR A FISHY MEAL
THERE WERE LOTS OF SOLE IN THE PLAICE BUT NO BIG DEAL

~CHORUS

OFF FROM PANAMA CITY THE WEATHER WAS SHITTY
ANDY TOOKA TUMBLE ON THE RAILS COS IT WAS SLIPPY
NEE NAW NEE NAW NEE NAW OFF TO ER
LOTS OF PAIN FROM BOUNCING OFF THE BLACK TAR

ANDY HAD A JAB AND STARTED ACTING SILLY
SINGING DIRTY SONGS ABOUT A CHURCH IN ABERGWILI
HE TOOK A NASTY FALL BUT IT WAS NO JOKE
SO INTO THE RV AND OFF TO LIVE OAK

CHORUS

AT LIVE OAK THERE WERE TWO TORNADO WARNINGS
THE RAIN WAS HEAVING DOWN TILL THE MORNING
RICH AWOKE TO FIND HIS BIKE WAS BROKEN
TO THE BBC POPPY HAD SPOKEN

FINAL DESTINATION ST AUGUSTINE
FOR THE BEACH AND SWIM WE WERE ALL LUSTING
THE SUN WAS BEATING DOWN LIKE WHEN WE STARTED
TWO WEEKS AGO FROM L.A. WE DEPARTED

CHORUS

NOW WE HAVE REACHED THE END OF OUR STORY
ANDY’S TWO YEAR PLANNING FOR THIS GLORY
IT WAS MUCH BETTER THAN OWNING A DEBENTURE
WE’VE ALL HAD A WONDERFUL ADVENTURE

CHORUS

CHORUS
LYRICS: COMMODORE MERVN COOPER
MELODY: THE BEAR/PORK PIE

Stoney’s farewell blog….from Orlando

2009-04-06T03:23:00.006+01:00

Well, its finally over. We have now arrived at the Quality Inn, Orlando for the last night in USA before traveling home to our loved ones after a job well done.

This has been a wonderful experience which will live in my memory forever. We’ve had a lot of fun along the way, although I will be more than happy to forget the experience in Panama City where I thought we’d lost the Bear. To say that Phil acted heroically would be an understatement. His reaction at seeing Andy prone on the carriageway was undoubtedly one of the most selfless actions undertaken by anyone. Without thought for his own safety, he ran back into the middle of the carriageway stopping traffic that would have struck Andy. He could easily have been struck himself, but didn’t care a jot about this. Only his mate’s safety. I’d like to think I would have reacted the same, but HE actually did this. Phil is a top man. The Bear will be forever grateful. As will all his relatives and friends.

Enough doom and gloom. We all had to say a few white lies to our loved ones, because The Bear wouldn’t let us tell anyone until he’d told Sue and the family, so apologies to everyone!!!!

What I will remember about this, apart from getting soaked by a passing car driving through the river that was the hospital road, was Andy’s version of “A Church in Abergwili” whilst being fed painkillers via an IV tube. Mike Mouth would have been proud of it. After nagging everyone to cycle, I fell off in the rain, too. Rich got spooked by a dog and stopped, causing me to hit his bike at a fair lick. My handle bars (of my new sexy cycle) absolutely wrecked his frame. That’s two wrecked bikes for Stoney on this trip (although my new bike was fine) Cuts and bruises down the left side, but no way I could moan, after what The Bear had gone through.

Arriving at St Augustine was a satisfying moment, but tinged with sadness that the organiser and driving force of this whole expedition was unable to cross the finishing line on his own steam. After cycling round the fort for the inevitable camera shots, all of the five remaining cyclists, led by Pork Pie marched up to the camper and shook Andy’s hand, thanking him for making the whole thing possible - a moment that will stay with me forever. THIS WAS NOT CAUGHT ON CAMERA!!!!!!! It was a private moment and had to remain that way.

After a tough night in Casa Yallaha, where Andy struggled to get comfortable and Phil literally kicked the bucket (of unmentionables), we took Andy to the hospital again, where this time, he got the proper treatment. After this, he was great. He had an afternoon in bed, whilst Phil, Henry, Merve and myself finally got to look around St Augustine. A few beers and lunch in a jetty restaurant, followed by feeding seagulls and fish at the same time (fine except for the dive bombing by our feathered friends). We then adjourned to a Cigar and Guitar Cuban bar. I decided that we had to bring Andy down here.

In the meantime, Porth and gar were getting the party BBQ sorted. When we arrived at the hostel, I promptly dragged everyone down to this bar. Andy, H and Phil were playing whilst Merve started singing. Great memory.

Back to the hostel for the food, which was excellent. I made everyone say what the best moment, the worst moment and the funniest moment was on the trip. Again, this will stay within our memories, although my snoring was not mentioned as often as I expected!!!!!!

Finally, we drove down to Orlando. I must say that this is my least favourite place since we’ve arrived in America. Benidorm in the States. Not one I want to come back to, even though I probably had my best meal!!!!!

Right, lets sum up this trip.

Hard work.
Lots of rushing around.
Tiring
Exhilarating sights
Lots of laughs (and almost a few tears!!!!)
But basically, this is definitely one for the memory cells. Old friends and new will be with me forever. Thank you Andy for organising this. Thanks to the rest of the team for all your efforts in making this a success. Thank you Eileen, for letting me go this one, last time. And finally, thanks to all who have sponsored this event. Lets not forget why we did this. We’ve raised over £50k for a childrens' hospital in wales, which we shouldn’t have to be raising money for anyway. But that’s beyond our control. 11 men travelled to America to try and cycle from east to west…….and succeeded.

Cyfarchion Cynnes

2009-04-05T22:36:00.002+01:00

Greetings from Carmarthen and Milford Haven

Congratulations to you all.

You achieved what you went for through unforeseen weather.
Sore behinds and slimmer than when you left.

Bet you are all glad it's over. I AM!!!

Ian - THE RAZOR IS CHARGING

Take care and have a safe journey home.

See you all soon

Eileen and all the family xxx

Phil - The Final Blog.

2009-04-05T16:01:00.002+01:00

Here we are sunny St Augustine in Florida and all just about in one piece. Its been a fantastic exeprience with all its ups and downs and one which will stay with me forever.

After Andy's spill it was great to see him up and about yesterday and able to have a beer with us. It was such a pity that he wasn't able to complete the last day with us but he's done more than enough work and cycling for this challenge. Without his desire, drive and focus we wouldn't have even been on the plane to come here. Well done Bear a good job well done, tandem to Crete from Blighty next is it?

Also thanks have to go to the support team of Merv, Henry, Ian, Tomos, Andrew Porth and also Dyfrig and Craig who have helped us through the challenge, feeding and cleaning up after us, driving RV's and support car, humping bags, navigating and checking we're OK as well as some support cycling along the way.

Thanks also to the people how have helped us raise and have donated monies over the last 2 years to get us here and reach and exceed the $50,000 target we set for the Noahs Ark appeal.

Finally special thanks to Mandy for giving me up for 2 years in the run up to this so I could train every day and go off on weekends for long rides in the rain and wind and then go off and do fund raising gigs in the night.

Happy Pedaling and soft landings

Phil (ex long distance endurance cyclist)

Phil Jenkins

Team Cyclist

Cyfarchion Cynnes

2009-04-05T12:33:00.002+01:00

Just seen your poor face, Poor Andy, just get over the falloff and the traumer. Once you get home to Sue you will be fine, she will give you a cwtch and cuddles then all will be better. Your job has been done and what you didn't do, your mates will do .

love Mags and Brianxx

Thank God you weren't killed and thank you too Phil xxxxx

Simply Unbelievable

2009-04-05T04:43:00.001+01:00

We can’t believe you finished the task
Across all the states it was a big ask
Were all so proud of all you have done
This amazing achievement is second to none.

From Richard to Phil, Merv through to Tom
Their will be lots of well-done`s and best wishes to come
For Stoney and Stretch and Mr Porth too a million best wishes are all sent to you.
But the one that we all take our hats off today is for Andy the Bear, we hope your ok?

These magical moments are all down to you, the time and the effort you put your TEAM through. The heart of a lion and nerves of Welsh steel, it makes us all proud in the way that we feel.

By being successful and completing the deal you have raised lots of money for the Noahs` Ark Appeal.
I’m sure when you get home you’ll all be in Heaven
But how about Oz in two thousand and eleven?

Well fancy it?

Andy I take my hat off to you and the boys, it’s simply an unbelievable achievement you have conquered, and I'm sure I speak on behalf of all your family and friends that this achievement and the smiles you will now put the faces of many Welsh children in need is down to you.

You deserve a medal mate!

I have a tear or two in my eyes writing this :)

Steve Stone

Andy's Blog

2009-04-05T03:39:00.007+01:00

Part of my psyche tells me that I have failed - 300 miles short of the finish I crashed. Phil kindly took this photo of me last Thursday, after my treatment. Drugged up to my eyeballs I suffered, but without the help of my friends and fellow tourists I would not be here today. Phil, basically, saved my life as he rushed back to stop the traffic from pounding over my prone body. I had hit the railroad tracks at 25 mph. In front of me Phil had had a wobble and before I could slow down my back wheel had gone and all I remember was asking the sheriff what his name was. I had been unconscious for 3 or 4 minutes whilst Phil became a traffic cop. Bundled into the hospital wagon screaming in pain with an ambulance chaser trying to film the whole experience. I had flown through the air with greatest of ease and consequently Phil found me in a heap in the middle of a busy carriageway. Merv remarked, 'an irresistible force against an immovable object'. The result, after two visits to Panama City and St Augustine ER's, is that 'The Bear' has got bruised kidneys, bruised ribs, possible rib fracture.

Drugged up and delirious, I call Phil a 'poof' for being worried about me and then fall into a rendition of, 'In a church in Abergwili' in front of an audience of 4 nurses, paramedic and a doctor. Stoney is thankful I stop before it gets to the crude bits.

My first visit to ER didn't supply enough drugs. The next visit gave me 2400mg of Ibuprofen and ever since I have amazingly got so much better.

The C2C team have all been so fantastic in seeing me through the trauma. In particular, Phil saved my life. I have had a few near death experiences but this one I knew nothing about. I was in the hands of others. For their support throughout day and night my room mates put up with a lot of groaning - so thank you in particular to Phil, Ian, Henry and my shipmate Mervyn for nursing me.

The focus for the last two years has been on this cycling trip and money raised for the charity. My disappointment at not finishing is huge but the bigger picture must be looked at. I have created a lifetime experience that will never be forgotten. We have raised over £50,000 for a charity. There's more to this trip than actually completing it. The friends I have made, the places I have seen, the weather I have encountered, the people we have touched, the food I have eaten and most importantly the memories that I have, after spending nearly three weeks with a bunch of shipmates that I'll never forget.

Memories - what are we? - without memories. If memories gauge how well off you are, then I am a rich man!

This is me tonight feeling a lot better - starting 'Wild Thing' with Merv.
Hoping to cycle to the beach tomorrow.
We will have closure!!!

Cyfarchion Cynnes

2009-04-05T01:51:00.001+01:00

Congratulations. You did it. Well done. Would you do it again? What's the next challenge? Hope you're not too sore after your accident. See you on Thursday for all the news.

love,

Marolyn

2009-04-05T01:50:00.001+01:00

Da iawn Bois Y Beic - LEGEND fair play to you mate
many congratts mate. bloody awesome....

Stevie

Cyfarchion Cynnes

2009-04-05T01:49:00.001+01:00

Job done and well done I can't get over it, you were all wonderful as I said before HEROES love to everybody from Mags and BrIan xxxx

Cyfarchion Cynnes

2009-04-05T01:47:00.001+01:00

Your last day. may it be fantastic for you. I love you so much and cant believe what you've achieved. I'm so proud of you. Can't wait to see you and hold you.

all my love
sue xx

Cyfarchion Cynnes

2009-04-05T01:45:00.001+01:00

CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LLONGYFARCHIADAU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WE'RE SOOOOOO PROUD OF YOU ALL!!
OUR HEROES!!!!!!!!

p.s Names for the dragons: jill: Delme & Dilys y Ddreigiau. Sara : Charles & Henrietta, Steff: Harry and Hermione!!!!!!!!!

Have a great time now. You all certainly deserve it. Safe journey.

Love from The Clampitts of Huckleberry.

See you Thursday night.xxxxxxxx

Gar's #14

2009-04-05T01:43:00.004+01:00

Live Oaks - St. Augustine,Florida (The Final Furlong)

The penultimate day of the trip has undoubtedly tarnished the whole experience. With andy coming off his bike early in the day, and the events that followed, and then even when it did clear, phillipousis and the stone both coming to a halt, it seemed everything was against us. The stroms continued, torrential rain, and even when we got to Live Oaks, we were treated to the (what seemed to be) 'standard' tornado warning we had come to expect from the South East. There's only one thing you can do to make yourself feel a little better in a time tlike this... An all you can eat chinki.

Things could only get better, and the fact we awoke to the final day to fantastic sunshine only seemed to rub salt into yesterdays wounds. A re-jig to the stating off's, due mainly to radio commitments, and away to go, stoney and myself hiting first. Easy roads, great conditions, no dogs to contend with, all was good. The next leg was a tough one, after about 300yards, The phone rings. 10minutes later and after a converstion with Jonesi, and it's time to get on the bang to catch up with the Stoney was has continued to spin onwards.

The final two legs, is back to normal, rich and myslef make good distance in time as were met by the other cyclists for the final stint. Although gutted following the day before, this is probably when realisation of the trip begins to kick in, helped a little by the St. Augustine city limits sign.

There seems to be more of a procession feel as we enter the beachside resort than a feeling if celebration, as we literally crawl to the coast. Finally we get there, and dyffers and chatsy miss their que and make us go around again.

We've reached the Atlantic, the fuss about ariving at the local fort means that there's no beach here, and apparently it's too damn dangerous to jump in at this point, but frankly, I dont think anybody would have jumped right in even if it was accessible. Team photo time, but there's one guy missin. Doesn't feel right.

A quiet drink was all that got sunk last night, but the music scene was enough to keep you glued to your pub stool, regardless of how shagged you felt. It's now 8am, and the sun has woken me sliding through the broken blinds in our hostel room, and although it hasn't ended as it should, the feeling of achievement has started to creep in.

It has been an amazing experience. The weather has helped and hindered us as we've dealt with extremes on both sides of the scale, there were two days when the mileage wasn't what it should had been, not through our tiredness, but there's nothing we can do with regards to snow and tornados.

The group on the trip have been great, everybody bringing their own to the mix. Although the sights have been superb, and we have seen a fair bit in two weeks, it's the people that have made this trip. The welcomes we've received along our journey have only intensified the experience. The welcomes at Taos, Houston, Mobile and now St. Augustine. The people we've met who have encouraged and supported us along the jouney, from the various retautants, diners and motels en route, and the messgaes from back home.

Now that it's over though, I can't bloody wait to go home and see my ladies. 3 weeks away from home is a damn long time, and at least up til now, we've been slightly occupied by things to do, place to get too. One last job before we do leave, gifts...I don't think a route66 fridge magnet would suffice.

Tomorrow, it's off to Orlando, our last port of call, drop of the vehicles and away to gatwick. What odds on the flight being delayed- wouldn't be suprised.

So that's it, job done. Big thanks to everyone who has sent messages to all the guys along the way, and to all our families for the support over the last 2years, the experience has been well worth it.

Finally, thanks goes to everyone who said it couldn't be done, some who are close mates, some who aren't. There's no doubt that fear of failure and proving all you buggers wrong was a massive motivation in doing this, especially to the Irishman in the old O'neills, Cardiff City Centre, Wales vs Ireland 2007- the 'pinky and porky outside the window with wings' comment...get stuffed!

Would I do something like this again? most definitely, would it be as enjoyable...who knows, but wherever it's done and with whoever else, it would need to be one hell of a trip to compare the country we've seen, the people we've met and the welcomes we've had. Bloody fantastic.

Rich's #14

2009-04-05T01:42:00.002+01:00

We've done it!

It's been a fabulous experience and we've finally reached the East coast of America.

There have been frustrations, mainly caused by the weather and it's meant parts of the route we've had to sit out and travel in the car.

Does this mean we've failed? Hell no! If our days had been stages in the Tour de France then even before we got off our bikes the stage would have been reduced or cancelled. Would that have devalued the achievements of the melot jaune in winning the thing? Of course not, so we too have won.

Andy's injury is the biggest disappointment as it would have been fantastic for all of us to finish together, but each and every one of us can and should be proud of what we have achieved.

The day started in the bright sunshine we had expected of Florida, but got off to a bad start. When I had my little prang with Ian yesterday it bent my rear wheel (actually Ian's spare which was still on my bike from an earlier puncture). As I went to change it back to my own I noticed some damage to my seat stays (the rear triangular bit that the back wheel attached to). Basically it's knackered.

So I became a Dolan Sister and borrowed Andy's bike for the day.

The roads were pretty good and we made very good time until about 8 miles from the finish when Phil, Henry, Ian, Gareth and I all completed the tide together.

Handshakes all round at the end and telephone calls home to say we'd finished, before adjourning to our accommodation and indulging in a few beers.

Big thanks from me to the whole team who've all worked so well to make this such a memorable experience. Without your driving, fetching, carrying, cooking and support this would not have been possible and love and thanks also to Jen and the boys for putting up with me spending so much time on the bike in preparation. I can't wait to see you all on Tuesday.

As Vinnie might say "it's been emotional".

Rich's #13

2009-04-05T01:38:00.001+01:00

Day 14 and we awoke today to torrential rain; so much for Florida being the Sunshine State.

By rights it should have been me and Gar up first, but Phil and Andy were ready to go so we took our place in the van. We'd not long overtaken the two cyclists when sat at some traffic lights, Porth knocked the window to tell us that Phil had phoned to say Andy had come off the bike.

The car turned back and we waited for news for what seemed like an eternity. We had it confirmed that he was dazed and being taken to hospital to be checked out and so drove back to the spot.

As we pulled up behind the ambulance there was a railway track going diagonally across the road and Andy's bike had gone from under him as he went across. I almost slipped over just walking on the rail so it's not hard to see how this happened.

Thankfully Andy is alright, no bones broken but certainly sore and if ever you needed an argument for the use of helmets when riding a bike today is a great example. A good chunk of the polystyrene has snapped off and without it things would have been far more serious. As they also would had Phil not quickly jumped off his bike and run back to stop the traffic while Andy was in the road.

As we sat in the hospital while Andy underwent tests the initial fear and anxiety as to his condition subsided to be replaced by guilt. It should have been me on the road, and also for all the people for this to happen to Andy is the least deserving (although he'd be too modest to say so).

Without him the trip simply would not have happened. He booked the flights, accommodation, vehicles, planned the route etc not to mention the enormous effort he made in organising events, gigs, sponsors and the like to finance the whole thing.

He has been and is the driving force behind team C2C and I hope he is able to play some part tomorrow. I know it's easy to say but I'd swap places tomorrow in an instant (I'd rather not have the pain to go with it though).

Andy - the whole team is very proud of you and thankful for what you've done to make this happen.

Immediately after the accident the rain got worse and was a full blooded thunderstorm by the time we got to the hospital. We sat in the waiting area watching the weather channel which showed a line of thunderstorms sweeping across the pan handle of Florida. The TV advised people not to drive and warned of flash floods and potential tornadoes, so further cycling once Andy was discharged seemed unlikely.

So we drove towards our destination for the evening; Live Oak. Conditions did improve though and around 25 miles from Live Oak we decided to give it a go.

Phil, Gar, Ian and I set off together. Within a few miles Phil had punctured and got in the van. Then while I was in the front I saw a large dog run out of a house towards us. Although there was a fence it looked like there was a large gap. In fact there was a recessed gate and so it couldn't get to us, but I had already instinctively applied the brakes. Ian didn't, at least not as quickly as me and he clipped my back wheel. I stayed upright, but Ian fell. He only had a bit of road rash on his hip and a cut to his knee and was quickly laughing about it.

His brand new bike though sustained a bit of damage to the brake levers. So now I was left feeling even more guilty as if I hadn't been such a wimp this wouldn't have happened, especially as the dog turned out to be lovely.

By then we decided that the cycling gods were well and truly against us so called it a day. As we did the heavy rains returned with a vengeance so in all probability we wouldn't have got much more in anyhow.

The weather forecast is brighter tomorrow, let's hope the cycling is too.

Rich's #12

2009-04-02T12:33:00.001+01:00

We started our 12th day just outside of New Orleans, with Gareth looking a little weary from his exploits the night before.

We could see even more of the damage inflicted by hurricane Katrina. The previous day there had been a good number of damaged houses but there didn't appear to be any fallen trees, but to the East of New Orleans there was evidence of forests bearing the brunt of the winds as well as yet more houses decimated and whole communities laid to waste.

Strange really how we in Britain complain about the weather, yet we seldom see the extremes we've actually experienced in the past 2 weeks let alone the likes of hurricane Katrina.

Our journey came to an end in Mobile where there had been plans for a local TV crew to film us, but tornadoes to the North of the state meant they were utilised elsewhere, giving further confirmation of the mildness of our own climate.

We stayed in church accomodation in Mobile. This was arranged courtesy of David Evans. David's parents were from Aberdare and he heard about us from connections Andy had with Welsh heritage groups.

We were treated to dinner and spent a comfortable night in one of the church buildings. Once again the famous Southern hospitality in evidence.

So to today and the trip from Mobile to Panama City and It wasn't long before we were in our final state; Florida. Unfortunately Gareth crossed the border alone as very early in our stint I punctured.

I'd fixed a puncture from late the previous day but in my haste hadn't actually checked the condition of the tyre. Only when this next puncture occurred did I do this and discovered a small fragment of metal lodged in the tyre.

Because of my modest mileage I went out in a 3 with Phil and Andy. The intention being that Gar would go next with either one of the Odd Couple before we resumed with the usual pairings.

However, a puncture for Phil meant I went next with Andy. We had anticipated that we'd be riding along the seafront but the road was a little in land and so the views were not quite what we had anticipated.

When I did get near the coast - last couple of stints with Gareth - fog had started to form and so my view was more or less confined to the air drumming, human jukebox that is Gareth Evans, and contrary to what he was singing (shouting) at me I am unconvinced at his claims to be "the hot stepper" or "a lyrical gangster". Murderer - most definitely, provided we're talking about murdering a song.

A good day's riding today but I feel tired. Only two more to go though so we're within touching distance.

Phil is tired too!

2009-04-02T05:12:00.006+01:00

Yes we are tired but Merv is insisting that we write a trip song. He's such a prolific lyricist - he's already on his 12th verse with a chanting chorus of:

'IN WITH THE BIKES, OUT WITH THE BIKES'

We were desperately trying to find something that rhymed with Houston and then Merv found it: 'SING SONG as long as we say Houst -ON we'll get away with it', says Merv

Ready to Come Home?

2009-04-02T05:04:00.005+01:00

My little dragon is a girl and her name is Suzie and she will be with me all the way from Coast 2 Coast.

Gar's #13

2009-04-02T05:02:00.002+01:00

Mobile, Alabama - Panama City, Florida - Day 13

After the antics of New Orleans, Mobile gave a chance to recharge the batteries, and an early night, with a bit of sleepwalking apparently thrown in for good measure, meant I was ready for the bang the next day.

After a hearty breakfast of chilidog and pizza, we made our way from Mobile and Spanish Port. Less than two miles into the ride, tricky Dicky's tire played up, which left me to complete the whole leg by myself. In a strange way, this was nice, as it allowed some 'alone time', seen as everybody had been on top of each other all trip. Decent time was made into the wind, and the scenery changed from the tree lined avenues of Alabama, to humid swamp lands as we crossed the Florida border.

The Belch had made up for his puncture by joining the Bear and Phillipousis for a cheeky threesome, which left me to put up with Stoney getting over-excited about any bridges that came into view. He did behave though, he kept it in. Again, the welsh bald eagle and myself did good time, and I had an opp to catch up with the Belch.

Next stint again was decent, good distance made in time, considering the crosswinds and the Florida traffic lights. The bang was still on, and the light rain went some way to cooling us off in the sticky conditions.

Today was the last time we'd see a beach before the Atlantic, and although the Gulf of Mexico has proved spectacular, the back-drop of hazy, humid conditions, and the evidence of hurricanes Katrina and Rita did tarnish it somewhat.

The final stint of the day brought us to our destination for the night, Panama City. It's possibly the equivalent of Western Super Mare, except a fair few more arcades, surf shops, and 20 storey condo blocks, but you can't hide the fact it's spring break. The student jocks riding around in either 'pimp my ride-esq' trucks or on scooters. The divs even started to throw empty trash at us as we exited town. They should have gone to Miami or Mexico like everyone else...pikies!!

Hotel is great, quick dip in pool and Red Lobster for supper, nicest meal on tour (except for the home cooking of Taos and Mrs Dai Evans from Mobile...and Jackies ribs).

So we’re in Florida, our final state, 48 hours and hopefully we'll be in a St. Augustine bar having a few beers. Tomorrow again will be a challenging day, over 200miles if we’re to make the last day shorter, which will enable us a beachside finish early afternoon Friday. Everyone is tired, everyone has various sore bits, but no doubt, everyone cannot bloody wait till 4ish on Friday.

Rich's #11

2009-04-02T04:56:00.002+01:00

When I awoke today it felt like it had all the ingredients for a great day. The sun was shining and the big plan allowed for reduced mileage as we were to stay with a friend of Andy's.

We were all in high spirits as the C2C team had worked like a well oiled machine the previous day.

The lower miles facilitated a late start and the opportunity to visit Mellow Johnny's bike shop; owned by a certain Austin resident by the name of Lance. A few $ lighter and we were ready to go.

Gareth and I were first up and feeling good I asked to increase the initial stint to 30 miles. We started out on a busy road, bit with a wide, smooth hard shoulder. I was wondering if this was the influence of Mr Armstrong, when suddenly the hard shoulder ended.

As a result we found ourselves cycling along a dual carriageway trying desperately to hug the side of the road as cars and lorries zoomed past. Gone was the tooting of horns in encouragement to be replaced by more hostile "get off my road" horn abuse.

Twice, Porth encouraged us to pull in, but we ploughed on until finally I'd had enough and we stopped. This was the most scary 10 or so miles we'd ridden and I was glad to call it a day. We got in the car and caught up to the point that Andy and Phil had started their stint from.

It wasn't long before the hard shoulder returned but when Gareth and I resumed the hard shoulder was dreadful and made the course of Paris - Roubaix look like polished marble. The road remained very busy and felt like riding along the M4.

By now my mood had changed and gone was my early morning enthusiasm to be replaced by disenchantment. I've been homesick on the trip but today as we trudged along I would much rather have been at home, playing football in the garden, being attacked by light sabre wielding boys or fighting it out with Jeni for 3rd place on the wii (Sam and Thomas are amazingly good).

As we stopped Gareth said you have to laugh or you'll cry. I did neither but I was a damn site nearer to the latter. I haven't had a more miserable cycling experience since a car door opened on me as I zipped along the streets of Cardiff and I broke my ribs as I hit the ground.

On our 3rd stint the gravel on the hard shoulder had gone and the roads were bare concrete. This had the affect of magnifying the sound of the passing traffic. Gareth wanted to "chain it" but my heart was no longer in it.

Each time we saw the support car I wanted to stop and call it a day, but as Gareth cycled past I followed.

The day has, however, been saved thanks once again to the warmth and hospitality shown to us by our hosts, this time Ian and Jacky.

In addition to arranging food and lodgings we arrived to a cameraman from ABC and later watched Andy doing his thing on the 10 o'clock news.

The Boys on the Beach

2009-04-02T03:58:00.001+01:00

Looking for people to suggest names for the boys!

Gar's #12

2009-04-02T03:52:00.001+01:00

New Orleans to Mobile, Alabama. Day 12

I did go out in New Orleans, and I loved it!! Gwent will be coming here on tour next year, especially if they give us a guided tour of the hustler house again. The live music was great, and plenty of bars to choose from. Happy days.

A wake up call from the belcher at 9am, and the guts were churning, not wise, should have saved it for Friday.
A quick subway and alka seltzer for breakfast, food of champions, and it's off over the Mississippi Delta, and a load of spectacular bridges towards Mobile.

Louisiana in the morning, Mississippi through lunch and in Alabama by 4pm, but there wasn't one bullet hole on the signs. The roads flew pretty quickly today considering, and the beaches that ran alongside the gulf of Mexico were superb, the only disappointments were the weather, very humid and sticky...and Rich's puncture.

One more state...Florida, our final destination. 3 days to go, still over 500miles to go though. Weather looks promising, just a couple of Tornados to our east. Pretty sure they'll be gone by then.

Two Day Count Down

2009-04-02T01:38:00.006+01:00

We're in Florida. Head winds have been with us since New Orleans. Cyclists and crew are very tired and there is a feeling of overall weariness. Two days to go and then I'm sure we will be re-vitaised!

Andy nearly had enough!

Mervyn trying to find forward gear and being rather heavy handed - 'It won't go in for me!'

A message from Cross Inn, Laugharne

2009-03-31T15:20:00.003+01:00

Stoney’s in New Orleans….again

2009-03-31T15:09:00.005+01:00

After a few days arduous cycling (yes, me cycling every day) in various climates and road conditions, we landed in New Orleans. We awoke in Clovis to snowy conditions (again) so delayed the off until later. Enough time for Dyffers and Chatsy to get everyone into the hot seat for interviews in front of the cameras. They even made me say a few words in Welsh for the second time on the trip.

As the snow wasn’t clearing, we set off for better climes, although this did take a few hours!!! When we finally started cycling in the afternoon, I joined Bear and Pork Pie for a stint on another hot seat and this one was even more uncomfortable. However, the cycling was brilliant. Henry continued to drive the campervan. I think he finds it safer when I’m in the co-pilot seat or on my bike.

Another great cycle on Saturday, apart from Phil repeatedly getting punctures (the second one was just in front of me and I thought that someone was shooting at us!!!!!!!). Austin was a bit of a disappointment for me, because we were all too tired to check out some of the local bands. At the end of the day, we’re here to cycle across America, so we can leave that until I return with Eileen. We did, however, eat at Applebies. H had been raving about this chain since we landed in LA and, in fairness, it was fine fare.

Next up was Houston. The cycling there was, to say the least, scary. Bumpy roads. Speeding cars. Interchanges. Noise. And hills. I thought Texas was supposed to be flat. This was also accompanied by a soreness to the crown jewels. Pork Pie had the audacity to take a photo of me rubbing some cream into my bits to relieve the pain. Not a pretty sight.

We arrived at Ian and Jacky’s house, where we were met by a cameraman from ABC News. We were asked to cycle towards him for the news. I’d had enough cycling by then, so H climbed on board the Look bike for a Brad Pitt shot instead!!!!
Straight into the pool (again with all my cycling kit on) then Ribs and Corn laid on by our kind hosts. To be fair, Andy must be a good mate of Ian and/or Jackie must be a saint. Who else would put 11 people up in their house, in various states of dishevelment!

After a great evening in The Red Lion, where the landlord (an Englishman from Bradford named Craig) laid on the food and the Guinness (my first of the trip) as his guests. OK we did have to sing for our supper. This time we sounded better. It could have been the Guinness making me imagine this, but the locals seemed to like it.

After a later than planned start, we set off to New Orleans. The journey itself became a nightmare. We had to drive through rush hour Houston (I should say Henry and Onslow had to drive) followed by a stint on the Interstate to Port Arthur, where the boys started cycling. After two legs of leap-frogging and a journey through the desolation of various recent hurricanes, we embarked on a ferry crossing. I decided it was time to get on the bike. Bad move. Brick wall head winds!!!! They were so bad, it affected the navigational and common senses of the back up team in the car, who promptly took the wrong turning and we didn’t see them again for about 60 miles. No. I didn’t inflict any form of injury on them. I controlled myself, as I have done for the whole trip (although we had to keep cycling, because there were 7 of us left in the campervan and only 5 were allowed to drive in it).

We finally arrived in New Orleans at 8pm. H had driven all the way and was absolutely shattered on arrival. We found that the campervan was too high to park in the hotel, so I had to go and find somewhere to park it. The hotel staff sent us to a car park, that didn’t accommodate such vehicles, so it was a case of driving around until we found somewhere suitable. We finally arrived in the hotel and I was astounded to find it was the same one as I stayed in 18 years ago!!! We did manage a drink at Pat O’Briens and took in two bars with live bands, but it was definitely time for bed. Look out H and Onslow. I’ve got my serious snoring head on tonight!!!!!!

Rich's #10

2009-03-31T15:08:00.001+01:00

Yesterday we travelled from Houston to New Orleans. The major roads necessitated a drive out of and into the respective cities, but between we cycled along the coast.

We were in to a howling wind which made progress hard and slow but compared to previous days the roads were quiet and the wind, although strong was not of the blow you off your bike ilk. So I enjoyed it.

The roads were very flat with canals running along the side.

While we waited for a ferry across a river (should we have opted for a pedalo?) we chatted to some guys in a truck. Apparently there are thousands of alligators in the canals and they like lying on the road to get the heat from the Tarmac on their belly. They assured us that they'd leave us alone, but I think I would have opted to jump in the car.

Fortunate then that the gators stayed in the canals as the car got lost!

It was quite late when we arrived in New Orleans, at our hotel in the heart of the French Quarter, where it all happens. Amazingly busy for a Monday night and I was more than ready to crash when I got back to the hotel around 2 am.

I'm also glad my alcohol consumption was moderate as when Gareth returned at gone 4 am he was a bit tipsy. It's 8 in the morning and he's not stirred. I'm not sure I'm going to get much help out on the road today, but having said that the thought of drafting six inches behind Gareth's backside after a night on the beer doesn't exactly fill me with delight. I think I'll try setting the pace!

Sitting in reception this morning with a coach party. I ask the obligatory "where are you from?" "Oh, you won't know it, it's a small town near London." Turns out she's from Bromley, Kent and thought I was American. 18 years in Wales and not a hint of an accent (despite my mother's assertions to the contrary) but 2 weeks in US of A and apparently I've developed a Southern drawl!

Tomorrow - Alabama

2009-03-31T06:39:00.004+01:00

Walked down Bourbon Street and had a Hurricane in Pat O'Briens. Caught some soul bands in various pubs. Got a Greek gyro from a little take away. Merv wanted his change instead of paying the tax. Great night but we must get bacl on the bike in the morning and head for Mobile, Alabama.

Inky Pinky Ponky

2009-03-31T06:32:00.002+01:00

Inky Pinky Ponky
My Mother's got a Donkey

Inky Pinky Poo
My Mother's got the Flu

Sung to 12 bar blues in E

Phil's Blog

2009-03-31T03:45:00.003+01:00

Saturday 28th - Monday 30th - Texas to Louisiana
(Sweetwater, Austin, Houston and New Orleans)

28th March A wheel disaster day. - Austin

The day starts with wheel problems for Gareth (Poppy) when he finds that all his spokes have loosened from all the bumpy roads and he has to try to tighten them with a pair of pliers before starting his first leg of the day. The weather has improved and the winds gods are with us and we make great miles and cover over 240 miles in the day.

En-route further wheel issues arise as first my `sexy` white plastic spoke`d back wheel gives up the ghost as I’m pushing hard up a hill. I change to my spare set and we set off again to finish the leg. Within 30mins of this change pulling off from a busy set of traffic lights a loud bang is heard, Stoney almost soils himself and I find that I’ve had a front tyre blow out and the tyre jams in the front brakes.

A change to another wheel and I manage to finish the leg.

We decide as we are nearing Austin and following some sterling organisational moves by the Kitten (Henry) to send one of the support cars forward to Austin and on to Mellow Johnny’s (Lance Armstrong’s Bike Shop) to get the necessary repairs done. However during the journey into Austin the 7 seater hire car develops serious problems with its brakes and has to go in for repairs which we have to cover ($700). Thankfully the team manage to get a taxi in to downtown Austin and Mellow Johnny’s carry out repairs to both mine and Gareth’s wheels for free and offer a free service if we can make it in to the shop the next day with our bikes. Unbelievably friendly and supportive and really saved the day for us.

29th March - Houston

The next day we visit the shop to stock up on goodies before cycling to Houston and a night at the Red Lion with Ian Cross and Jackie. The cycling was pretty hard as the roads were busy and uncomfortable but we made it in good time and were delighted to find that Ian and Jackie had a pool and had laid on giant ribs and sweet corn as appetizers before we headed off to the pub for a free meal courtesy of Craig (from Bradford).

We were also filmed by ABC news as we arrived at Ian’s and we were able to watch it on television in the pub later. We had a great night and sang Welsh hymns and songs as well as the obligatory rugby songs that Stoney and Andy churn out n varying musical keys.

30th March – New Orleans, Louisiana

Today, we left Houston and Texas behind and travelled in to Louisiana. We passed many areas devastated by Hurricane Rita and I was humbled by what I saw.

A few days ago we were cycling at 10,500 feet, today we found ourselves cycling along a ruler straight road with bayou on one side and the Gulf of Mexico on the other and Andy’s GPS unit showing 4 feet below sea level.

Today while Ian and I were doing a leg with the RV ahead of us ready to drop off the other two cyclists, we managed to `lose` the support car for 4 hours. The `BRAINS TRUST` incl Tomos `Onslow Izzard` Wilding, chief navigational brain Andrew `The Porth` James and the film crew that are in it surrounded by maps, SAT NAV and other assorted technology managed to go the wrong way and were out of mobile signal for hours. We cycled on in very strong and tiring winds until eventually finding them approx 50 miles off course. Did they think to stop when they hadn’t seen hide nor hair of us for hours NO they drove around hoping to bump into us. Stoney was ready for them when we met up but managed to hold himself together and not spill any blood. We’ve now christened them `TEAM MENSA`

Happy pedalling and good winds,

Phil (Mellow Flavoured Pork Pie) Jenkins

Gar's #11

2009-03-31T03:44:00.000+01:00

Houston, Tx - New Orleans, Louisiana- day 11

After the fantatsic hospitality of Ian, Jackie and Bevan, and the free supper and bar at the 'llew coch', Louisiana was our next state. We made a swift exit from Downtown Houston, and headed for Port Arthur, the Texan equivalent to Port Talbot. The air was rancid. Anyway, after crossing a ma-hoosive bridge, we found ourselves on some man made land, aptly named 'pleasure island', and were heading east, towards New Orleans. What laid in store were some mental cross and headwinds, which made the miles difficult to rack up. Again, following yesterday, the arms and shoulders were in bits, bit the legs seemed fine once they got going.

Good time was made as we cycled alongside Johnsons Bayou and Holly Beach, two areas that were devastated by hurricanes Katrina and Rita, today the strong winds meant that we only just missed the ferry that crossed Lake Calcasieu. No panics, Andy and Phil will continue until we get there.

A couple of chats with some people on the ferry crossing, and we were literally 20mins behind the van, we had the support car for company. As the ferry docked, quick discussion between crews, and off sped the Toyota to hunt down the other two. This was at about 1pm,

4 hours later, and after battling the strong winds for what seemed like an eternity, the support car was still nowhere to be seen. With us travelling through the Louisiana Bayou, surrounded by gators, the excitement in finding one sunbathing in the centre of the road passed the time by, but unfortunately, we only saw them bathing in the roadside canals.

5.30pm and we finally meet just south of Lafayette..starvin marvin. By now, there'd been a bit of blue language in the van, but this was over by the time skipper Cooper and Phil van Morrison treated us to the first 9 verses of the official tour song.

Were currently on our way to the hotel, the French quarter of New Orleans. A quiet night and food at the hotel...no chance says pirate stone as we must all try the local cocktail, aptly named the hurricane!! We'll see what happens.

Texas this morning, Louisiana now, Mississippi and Alabama tomorrow, there can't be that many states left?? Roll on Friday, even though I think everyones had a great time, there are some very tired bodies and minds in need of chillout, and a break from Ian's snoring. As for the logistic nightmare today, Merv was right, we'll get it right by day 14.

Rich's #9

2009-03-31T03:42:00.000+01:00

When I awoke today it felt like it had all the ingredients for a great day. The sun was shining and the big plan allowed for reduced mileage as we were to stay with a friend of Andy's.

We were all in high spirits as the C2C team had worked like a well oiled machine the previous day.

The lower miles facilitated a late start and the opportunity to visit Mellow Johnny's bike shop; owned by a certain Austin resident by the name of Lance. A few $ lighter and we were ready to go.

Gareth and I were first up and feeling good I asked to increase the initial stint to 30 miles. We started out on a busy road, bit with a wide, smooth hard shoulder. I was wondering if this was the influence of Mr Armstrong, when suddenly the hard shoulder ended.

As a result we found ourselves cycling along a dual carriageway trying desperately to hug the side of the road as cars and lorries zoomed past. Gone was the tooting of horns in encouragement to be replaced by more hostile "get off my road" horn abuse.

Twice Porth encouraged us to pull in, but we ploughed on until finally I'd had enough and we stopped. This was the most scary 10 or so miles we'd ridden and I was glad to call it a day. We got in the car and caught up to the point that Andy and Phil had started their stint from.

It wasn't long before the hard shoulder returned but when Gareth and I resumed the hard shoulder was dreadful and made the course of Paris - Roubaix look like polished marble. The road remained very busy and felt like riding along the M4.

By now my mood had changed and gone was my early morning enthusiasm to be replaced by disenchantment. I've been homesick on the trip but today as we trudged along I would much rather have been at home, playing football in the garden , being attacked by light sabre wielding boys or fighting it out with Jeni for 3rd place on the wii (Sam and Thomas are amazingly good).

As we stopped Gareth said you have to laugh or you'll cry. I did neither but I was a damn site nearer to the latter. I haven't had a more miserable cycling experience since a car door opened on me as I zipped along the streets of Cardiff and I broke my ribs as I hit the ground.

On our 3rd stint the gravel on the hard shoulder had gone and the roads were bare concrete. This had the affect of magnifying the sound of the passing traffic. Gareth wanted to "chain it" but my heart was no longer in it.

Each time we saw the support car I wanted to stop and call it a day, but as Gareth cycled past I followed.

The day has, however, been saved thanks once again to the warmth and hospitality shown to us by our hosts, this time Ian and Jacky.

In addition to arranging food and lodgings we arrived to a cameraman from ABC and later watched Andy doing his thing on the 10 o'clock news.

Gar's #10

2009-03-31T03:40:00.002+01:00

Austin - Houston, Texas; day 10

Personally, the least enjoyable day on the bike for me, for various reasons. The conditions of the roads weren't the best today. Constant bumps and unsmooth roads playing havoc on saddle rash and aching joints. There also seemed to be a very strong wind early on, making it very difficult to get into any rhythm. There are some bloody idiots on these roads too, although some drivers probably say the same about us. On numerous occasions on our first leg, it felt as if some Texans were trying to play 'cidior cymro' on bikes. Not a pleasant experience being pushed ever and ever closer off the road. The roads were the equivalent of the A48 without a hard shoulder, so it was some relief when a hard shoulder appeared later on.
Chance for a break, until it was time to cross over exit slip roads, and the 'cidior cymro' continued!!

The weather has brightened up no doubt, it's about 70-75 degrees, which means we can all at least work on our cyclists tan!! Rich felt it today also, there was no 'gettin on the bang today'. It goes to show that although it was a relatively short day, how much we've put ourselves through in the last 10days. Quite possibly the best part of the day was myself and pirate stone letting off some steam with a mini tirade of 'abuse ping pong'. Probably did us both good to let off sone steam. Stoney probably had the last laugh, especially when he receives a Phone call from my mother saying that some woman called Denise had found my mobile in the back of an Austin cab!!

It's off to an old mate of Andy's tonight, Ian Cross, who's kindly putting us up for the evening, and tomorrow we leave Texas and head for New Orleans and good ol' Louisiana. 5 days to go. Today gave the first real signs of fatigue, there wasn't quite as much 'oomf' left in the legs, shoulders and wrists are really startin to ache, and as for the saddle rash...you don't want to know about that. What have we got to moan about though? When you hear some of the stories from the people we've met along the way, and think of who were collecting for; a bit of saddle soreness and pain Is a small price. 5 days to go; a lot can happen in 1 day, let alone 5.

Big hand for Chatsy tonight who dropped the usual 'cheeseburger please' and went for the fish asks chips. Another week, and he'd have progressed onto chicken dippers.

Radio Glamorgan

2009-03-29T15:34:00.000+01:00

http://www.pdconair.com/Peter_D_Cox/Media/Entries/2009/3/27_Crossing_USA_to_raise_funds_for_the_Noahs_Ark_Appeal.html

Richard Belcher's Interview with Peter Cox

Musicians - Who Needs Them?

2009-03-29T14:35:00.009+01:00

Solid Air

Spooning with Merv

Pirates and Dragons - creating a Myth!

2009-03-29T14:00:00.003+01:00

Message from Glangwili

2009-03-29T02:30:00.002+01:00

"HAIL OUR BRAVEHEARTS".

Don't know which is the worse, heat or extreme cold, whichever, you boys will conquer it.

As I said before, we are all very proud of you all, doing a GREAT Job. Keep up the good work take care, I just want to tell the world, how well you are doing.

Love to you all and be safe

From Mags and Brian and all the other "riff raff "around the County xxxx

Can't name them all

Gar's ~9

2009-03-29T02:29:00.001+01:00

Sweetwater - Leander (via downtown Austin), TX- day 9

The forecast of strong winds and possible snow were nowhere to be seen, so as a weary and tired group congregated at the lobby for the off, a small problem arose. The pounding the bike has taken over the last week means my spokes are as loose as...

After a minor re-furb, we were off. 15miles the call, or 5miles once the camper passes you. With decent winds and rolling terrain, the Belch and I hit 26 before the camper came into view, 31miles in a little over an hour, not bad to get the legs going.

Having emptied the breakfast from our system in that leg, the custard creams came into play. The next leg was harder, and 15miles into a wind, made us realise today wasn't all plain sailing.

The legs kept coming, busting a gut to reach the 10mile marker before. Camper came into view. We were even joined by Mr. Tash Porth for the final two legs, and he did bloody well in maintaining an average speed well into the high 20s.

Unfortunately for me I'm now in the car heading to Lance Armstrongs’ cycle shop in downtown Austin. Stoney's best efforts to re-spoke the bike hasn't worked, and in order to get the wheels sorted of tomorrow, they need it tonight.

Still, day 9... And if you'd had told me Rich and myself would have covered 117miles in a little over 4 & half hours, I'd have laughed. Rich now has the final 15mile stint with Stoney in support...will the pirate be able to keep up like porth?

So it's off to 'Mellow Johnny's', Armstrongs’ shop, no doubt I'll be $100 bucks lighter once they fix this.

It's never dull in this trip, on the way to the bike shop, the support car starts screeching... Henry the kitten saves the day, again. Having ok'd things with tv rental company, we are now in a US version of kwikfit, as the cars brakes are all shot. Luckily or us it happened here, and not up some mountain or on a plain, otherwise we'd be proper buggerd.

Ode from Oz

2009-03-29T02:28:00.003+01:00

Best Wishes From Crete

Glad tidings come from far and wide, and some are hard to beat,
Just like the one from a guy called Mike all the way from Crete.
He really couldn't understand and much to his despair, when we got escorted into Taos he cried,
'What is Zorro doing there?'

Over halfway there we can’t believe how brilliant folk have been, the trials and tribulations, and the amazing sites we have seen,
We must push on regardless of the pain we all are in, and ride our bikes like men possessed all the way to St Augustine.

All the best

CYMRU AM BYTH

From everyone Down Under

x

Gar's #9

2009-03-29T02:19:00.002+01:00

Clovis, NM - Sweetwater, Texas ; day 8

There was something in the air last night. As we took a jaunt from the hotel to our diner for the evening...the rib crib, all was peacefull on the texan border. An hour later and after a good feed of ribs and catfish, we walk outside into a storm; no rain, just winds that you struggle to stay upright in. We did however invent a new game for the SCW and it's 5x60 officers, tumbleweed dodge, it's like dodgeball, excePt they tend to sting a little more, and sizes vary.

This morning, it's a whiteout. The winds have brought snow, another indication of our altitude and how quickly mother nature can put a hold on things. It would be interesting to see who'd come out on top, mother nature or our pal, chuck norris.

Meeting over breakfast, and its decided We wait at the hotel to get all the radio interviews done. It'll be safe to leave at around half ten, says the judge Stoney. Thankfully, he's refering to the campervan, cos if we cycled in this, we'd get blown to Chicago. According to the weather channel, we've been caught in the worse spring storm for years, the weather channel have actually named it 'the epic storm'. Towns in missisipi have been blown apart by tornados, it's ok, we don't hit mississipi for three days!!!!

Who knows...40miles or so, and the weather might settle. At this moment in time, it's so exciting, Rich has downloaded a spirit level onto his iPod and is measuring the 'flushness' of the walls in the room...I now understand what you saw I'm him Jenny!!! A chat with Jonesi for Radio Cymru, and away to go.

Away to Wal-mart, and after getting lost in a store the size of Pontweli, we finally hit Texas. Unfortunately, not on a bike, and after interupting the local 'happy hour' at a run down burger shack , we head towards Lubbock.

Due to the weather conditions, we lost about 130-140miles or so, but when the opportunity arose, we went for the bang. In total, rich and myself hit almost 40miles in under 1hour twenty. Flying, and the mornings frustration was taken out, possibly went a little too hard as a little bit of the bonk stated to set in, more so because I think mentally, we were already at the hotel, and the feed of chicken burger and strawberry milkshake (which had a milk content of nil) almost came back up. Food of champions, it certainly was not. But now, we're in Sweetwater, TX; and In Texas, they do steaks...bloody big steaks. 240miles tomorrow, so it's only right we stock up.

Clovis to Sweetwater

2009-03-28T04:43:00.005Z

New Mexico to Texas. It was only to take us 5 minutes to get into the next state but heavy snow and high winds meant the morning cycling was abandoned.

A visit to Wal Mart in Clovis, a cafe stop in Anton and interviews all round for the camera crew create a sense of under achievement. The weather subsides and as we move south we are met by tail winds that push us along at over 26 mph average. Time is made up and we arrive in Sweetwater along with the dusk of a bitterly cold Texan evening.

Austin tomorrow and everyone is up for an early start at 6 a.m. and the 240 miles that lay ahead!

Facts of Taos

2009-03-28T04:36:00.001Z

On Wednesday 25, at 1300 hrs, the Coast 2 Coast charity cycle ride team met up with cyclists from Taos Cycle Club, New Mexico. We met a Randy, who was sent out as a scouting party at the Rio Grande bridge. He took a Welsh flag on to Taos main plaza where it was to be flown alongside the new Mexican flag. At 1330 hrs, at the KTAO parking lot in Taos, Rose Bauhs and Matthew Foster from the Taos cycle Club met us and welcomed the group. A police car then escorted us into downtown Taos stopping the traffic as the 25-30 cyclists were given the privilege of driving through red lights. At 1400 hrs, after a few miles we turned into the plaza where we were met by Zorro on his horse. The horse danced and twirled in front of us as we did three ‘laps of honour’ around the plaza. Circling the main gazebo/bandstand in the plaza the Taos High School Mariachi Band played and the whole welcome scenario overwhelmed us. Getting of our bikes we were invited to listen to the band whilst they went through some Spanish numbers with individuals and duets taking it in turn to take the lead vocal.
The Mayor made a welcome speech and we swapped gifts from Carmarthen’s mayor, Anthony Jenkins. Next up was Billy Archeleta, a local recording artist, who sang and played guitar on his own composition which was followed by La Bamba. Next up were Paul and Grace Jones who played their own beautifully composed music and finished with a number entitled, ‘Spanish Love’. Andy was asked to make a small speech and Marilyn, a Taos resident and a lady who was born in Wales and feels incredibly Welsh even though she hasn’t been home for many years MC’d the whole event. I was then presented by Lucy, a local Taos herbalist, with a concoction of local herbs to stave off the affect of altitude whilst cycling.
Marilyn and Randy showed the boys around the town, and took us to Dean Johnson’s Souvenir shop where presents were given and presents received.
We returned to the Alta Mount Ranch where we were hosted for the evening by the lovely Phyllis and Jan. After a long hot tub session we adjourned to the barn for an American style BBQ with all the friends who had welcomed us in the afternoon attending. Some more relaxing peace pipe music from Paul, delicious food, sponsored beer and wine gave everyone the chance to relax and reflect on their past experiences. With more giving of presents and speeches by Andy and hugs and kisses from Mervyn we tried to sing a few Welsh songs along with the National Anthem. Phil then provided some singalongs and the Barn party finally broke up after the group photos and goodbyes.
The next morning we were invited to take breakfast with Jan and Phyllis. An outstanding fare was provided with fresh strawberry smoothies and blackberry surprises followed by Blueberry pancakes, sausages and fresh coffee. We left with yet more presents and finally said our goodbyes at the Church of St Francis.
An incredible day of welcome and hospitality – what are we - but memories.

Phil's Blog Day 8 Clovis N.Mex.

2009-03-27T15:14:00.003Z

Here we are Clovis, New Mexico and just 10 miles from our next state, Texas. The wind is howling at 50 - 60 mph and the snow is coming down.

After a cold start yesterday in Taos the day warmed as we headed South and East and thoughts of warmer weather and huge Texan steaks started to fill ones mind. Cycling all day everyday allows you to think about many things, the fantastic things we have seen, the massive vistas that this country has and what am I going to eat tonight....

Wind was a factor yesterday but as we turned to a more easterly direction a tail wind helped us make up lots of ground with Andy and I averaging over 24mph on the bike during our last couple of legs.

Taos was amazing with the people there extending an incredibly warm welcome that I doubt will ever be surpassed. A civic reception in the main plaza with singing and music, a police escort followed by Zorro on horseback and a great party in the evening and a chance to meet and chat to the people who helped make it all happen there.

Halfway through our challenge and we've seen so many amazing sites and places its hard to take it all in. Highlights so far have to include though:-

The Grand Canyon (when the weather cleared)
Cycling on Route 66
Monument Valley
Taos
Mount Brazos climb

Happy pedalling
Phil (cold feet) Jenkins

Ripples

2009-03-27T15:08:00.002Z

Dear Andy

I just caught up with the blog again. What a beautiful post from Grace.

I had wanted to write some of the stories that you didn't get to hear but she has told her own so well.

At the dinner, she asked more about the fundraising. I told her what I'd read about the plans for Noah's Ark including cancer wards, bright walls, a happy atmosphere for children and accommodation for parents.

She told me then about her mother and that a dear friend of hers has a child suffering from cancer in the Albuquerque hospital. They are so grateful that there is a place nearby where they can stay.

And here is Crow's story. You might remember that Dean Johnson brought a friend to the Taos breakfast.

Just before he left the party, Dean found out that we were serving breakfast and he asked if there was room for 2 more. Of course. I learned then that Crow is from Florida near where you'll end your ride. He is an ex marine and recently his wife and daughter were killed by a drunk driver. His wife was from Taos so Crow carried their ashes, on foot, refusing all rides, along the same route you're taking (or very close to). Dean found him, invited him to stay and employed him at the Plaza store. Dean felt in some way that it would be very special if Crow could come to the breakfast and share, in some way, in what you are doing.

So it seems to me that when you get way out of your comfort zone and take on the type of challenge that you have all undertaken, there is a very big ripple affect and so many lives are touched.

And here's a correction for Gareth. The New Mexicans didn't like your singing at all. WE LOVED IT!!

And whose Lance? (Just kidding). He may ride faster but as a man he'd have a hell of a job catching any one of you!

With love and hugs to all,
Marilyn

Good Wishes from Crete

2009-03-27T13:09:00.003Z

Hello

Still reading The Blog - sounds as if you are having a Great Welcome in every place.

Keep at it - although it must be hard sometimes!

Quote of the week:
I tell Mike - 'even Zorro escorted them into Taos - you do know Zorro, Mike?' 'Yes', he replies - 'what is Zorro the Greek doing there?'

Missing you lots.

Helen Liz and Mike

Radio Cymru blog link

2009-03-27T05:27:00.001Z

http://www.bbc.co.uk/radiocymru

SWEETWATER REPORTER ONLINE

2009-03-27T04:33:00.002Z

Sweetwater to receive visitors from Wales

Written by Amanda Moreno

Thursday, 26 March 2009

Sweetwater will receive a visit from nine team members from Wales who are cycling across the USA to raise money for a children's hospital. Following the cyclist team, will be a documentary film crew.

According to Andy Edwards, a group of friends were sitting around thinking about what would be the next crazy thing to do and the idea snowballed into the coast to coast bicycle ride.

Around 8 p.m. on March 27, the team of nine will make their way into Sweetwater. That day they will be traveling from Clovis, N.M. and will stop and stay in Sweetwater. The next day, at 8 a.m. they will continue their journey to Austin. The cyclist team will spend a total of four days in Texas, according to their website.
The team flew to Los Angeles on March 17, to prepare for their cross-country tour. The team began in California, on March 20, and will end their cross country tour on April 3, in Florida. For a complete map and timeline, visit www.coast2coast-usa.org.

"We wanted to take in as many sights as possible — so it's a bit of a zigzag. We will see the Mojave Desert, Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, amongst other destinations," Edwards said.

According to Edwards, they are estimating around 200 or more miles per day.
The goal of the ride is to raise a minimum of $50,000 for the first children's hospital in Wales. Up until recently, Wales did not have a children's hospital. For 15 years, a campaign went on to get the project started and in February of 2005 the first phase of the Children's Hospital for Wales, opened its doors. The hospital consists of two medical wards and two floors dedicated to children with cancer, education room and playrooms on each floor, according to the website.

The Noah's Ark Appeal raised the money for the first phase of this hospital, but understands that the fundraising can't stop. According to their website, the Noah's Ark Appeal not only wants 'to provide a world-class hospital, but also continue to raise funds to support and maintain a world-class standard of care and facilities for the poorly children who are treated here.'

The hospital is predicted to treat over 8,000 in-patients and 20,000 out-patients each year. This is also the first hospital in Wales devoted to treating sick children.
To help justify the amount of money that needed to be raised, the team decided to take on, what is considered to be, one of the most grueling endurance tests on the planet. They are not only planning to cycle 4,000 miles, across the American continent, but they are giving themselves a deadline of 14 days.

The team consists of Gareth Evans, Richard Belcher, Andy Edwards, Phil Jenkins, making up the initial part of the team, and Ian Stone, Mevyn Cooper, Andrew James, Henry Jones and Tomos Wilding, make up the rest of the team. According to the Coast2Coast website, each member is relying on something different to get them through this tedious adventure. Richard Belcher is depending on cups of tea and lots of doughnuts. Andy Edwards is said to eat in excess of 8,000 calories per day, when he goes on different rides. Gareth Evans, on the other hand, is looking to hypnotherapy, to get him through the ride.

"We can not believe how big this country is and how helpful and supportive the American public have been in supporting us in what is becoming a trip of a lifetime," Andy Edwards said.

For more information go to www.coast2coast-usa.org. If donating a check please make it out to Noah's Ark Appeal and mail to Andy Edwards, Penllew, Pendine, Carmarthen, Wales, U.K. SA33 4PQ.

A message from Grace Jones, Taos

2009-03-27T04:27:00.004Z

Dear Coast2Coast "Warriors"

Our family enjoyed sharing the beautiful arrival of your cyclist team in Taos.

I'd like to say a personal thank you. Nobody cares that you are not professional cyclist, but that you are, "Warriors, Angels, and Hero's !!!

I have many friends, that have cancer, my mother just past away March 5, 2009.

It is people like you who make a difference in this world. You are helping children and their families have better medical care, and place to stay when their children are sick in the hospital.

We have travelled your path, and we know the weather conditions are extreme, and dangerous!

But because you are Warriors, Angels, and Hero's, you will have great protection on your journey to raise money for these children. You will be honored by people with great appreciation. You will have many blessings on your path. You will be gifted by the Great Spirit and Mother earth. You will see and experience paradise. Eagles will watch over you, bears, cougars, wolfs, coyotes, snakes,elk, buffalo, tarantulas, deer, will cross your path honoring you! You will see cloud spirits, that will communicate an image never seen before. Be aware of these great blessings on your journey back home. You make the world a better place to live in. We honor you, and wish you a safe journey home to your family.

O nah ka wa,

Paul, Grace and Viollette Jones

* Thank you for the beautiful music this evening, it will be remembered forever in our hearts.

Gar's #8

2009-03-27T04:12:00.002Z

Taos - Clovis, New Mexico - Day 7

The Taos hospitality continued until our departure, with a fantastic breakfast of pankakes, sausages and eggs, as well as strawberry smoothie and blackberries. Bloody fantatstic. An early departure from the local church, and we're on our way past mount wheeler... Another climb to 9,500 and then it was all downhill.

Unfortunately for us, a snow blizzard had set in, and in order to ensure that all vehicles crossed the peak and got to the next valley before a whiteout...it was back in the camper.

This really pissed Ricky Bobby Belcher off, to the point that he actually swore, and unfortunately for me, when he does get peeved, he turns into the hulk...and just wants to go fast... Too fast for me. After the initial 15 miles or so, the strong winds took affect, and slowed my progress, meaning Rich blew ahead, the only thing kicking the legs into life - being chased by various sets of dogs as we pass through deserted villages. The last mile of the leg, a strong gust brought me to a standstill, and I toppled over 'a la traffic lights' style, unable to get my cleats out in time, onto the hard shoulder.

That seemed to have a similar effect on me as the mornings frustration on the Belcher, and we both 'got on the bang' for the next 20 miler. An interstate and crosswind Canyon later, we were back on, but with time against us, tactics change, and it is literally a case of 15mile time trailing for the reminder of the day. By now, we'd dropped to an altitude of about 5,000ft, and although not as high as previous peaks, the increased effort from all the guys starts to take it's toll, with chests getting tight, wheezy coughs becoming evident. Bring on the day when we're back at sea level...or anything else under the height of Snowdon.

The afternoon turned out to be as pleasurable a stint as we've had. The time trial legs of 15miles changed slightly, and as our speeds increased, so did the miles, with the first flying up to 25 miles in an hour dead. The hwyl was good, and supported by a bit of tailwind, the speeds continued of re final two stints of the day. It's all down to Merv's hotpot of supernoodles, mushrooms, luncheon meet and caws Cenarth. Food of champions. It must have been good, cos a bit of karaoke came into play on the last few legs, with 99 problems, crocodile shoes and what's new pussycat !

Andy and Phil finish the day, an on the van with Dyffers, he's disappointed to find no signs of pain on our faces. There's plenty of pain, but I don't think ballsack rash is appropriate for Radio Cymru. There's a long, long, way to go, and although the legs are good, the wind has played havoc on our wrists, shoulders and necks... A good Thai massage is needed. Tomorrow, we cross to Texas, and one of the biggest states in the country will have plenty to offer and challenge us. Three days it will take to cross, and hopefully the torrential rains and tornados of earlier in the week have moved on to Dakota... I hope so, otherwise rich will turn into the hulk again, and I'll have trouble keeping up.

Right, I'm off to find a masseur.

2009-03-26T05:36:00.005Z

Today was spectacular. We spent more time with all riders on the road than any other day for two main reasons:

1) We hit our highest peak at 10500 ft and all of us were keen to make the trip to the top; and

2) We had a civic reception in Taos, New Mexico and had a police escort in to town, along with some members of the local cycling club.

First to the riding - the altitude was a factor and we paced ourselves up the mountain, stopping at the top for some photos and to look at bear and cougar tracks in the snow.

On our descent in to Taos I struggled to match the pace set by Andy and Phil. A problem with my gearing meant that I couldn't manage top gear - that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.

We stopped on the outskirts of town and had a police escort in to the town plaza along with a number of members of the local cycling club.

We did a few laps of the plaza, following Zorro on his horse while being played to by a Mariachi Band. Further entertainment followed by local artists Billy Archuletta and then Paul and Grace playing the pueblo flute. Paul is originally from London and now lives in Taos with his wife Grace and not only plays but makes traditional flutes.

We are being hosted this evening by Jan and Phylis in their ranch - an amazing building with 5 star luxury. We have enjoyed a BBQ in the barn with more music from Paul and Grace, before we all got in on the act. I managed to mime along initially but then the guys did some songs in Welsh and I tried my hardest not to look like John Redwood attempting Land of my Fathers, but just managed to giggle my way through.

We were then treated to Phil and his guitar with Merv on the spoons. A great evening was had by all.

The hospitality we have encountered has been out of this world and Taos will live long in the memory.

Gar's #7

2009-03-26T05:25:00.003Z

Dulce to Taos, New Mexico - Day 6

It's hard to believe that it's only day six, as we've seen and experienced so much already, but the days seem to just get better.

The early depart from Dulce saw both groups eat up some morning road in crisp, sub zero conditions. We were soon at the foot of the the highest climb of the challenge, 10,500 ft or so, the highest any of the group has ever climbed, going into the unknown.

After 7 miles of steady, continuous climbing, and a view that stretched across the snow topped new Mexican mountains, all 4 crossed the summit together, where the fear of altitude effects seemed to be fogotten. The town of Taos was calling, and the cougar and bear tracks were probably an indication to get a move on.

The four of us continued the descent to Taos, and with speeds hitting 40mph, the road soon dissapeared. We arrived at the Rio Grande Gorge, tiny in stature compared to the grand canyon, but equally as impressive when you cross the bridge staring into the abyss below.

Finally. Taos, and after over six months of communication between the bear and marilyn, resulted in one he'll of a welcoming party. Members of taos cycling club helped with the draft, and once the police esort caught up with us, it was over to Zorro and his trusty steed to navigate us around the plaza as marilyn gave the traditional 'Whoop whoops' from the mike. The in time, made rich piss his pants, which seems to have resulted in the most common side effect of altitude... The giggles.

What folowed...you'll have to see the videos. A Mariachi band, Billy Archiletta on guitar, zorro doing his tricks, the mayor and his sidekick, Paul and Grace Jones with their peace pipes (there's one for the office in the case!!). What can you say...speechless.

The early arrival meant a jaunt around the village and an opportunity to get some gifts. $50 later, and the only items bought were from the local cycling Shop...sorry ler, you'll have to wait til Florida where some real thought and effort can be applied.

Back to the accomodation for the night, and the old b&b has transformed into a palatial ranch. Outdoor jacuzzi, hot tub baths, and a barn the size of the Porth. The nights entertainment, peace pipes, BBQ, zorro...without the horse, and Phillipousis on guitar to finish. Unfortunatley, the welsh contingent couldn't keep up with the days standards, and almost killed bread of heaven, calon lan and hen wlad fy nhadau, but the New Mexican loved it.

Today, in a word, surreal. Hard to understand why complete strangers would go to so much effort to welcoming a group of wannabe cyclists, you could have sworn lance was in town. It has set a standard of welcoming that we can only attempt to immitate back home, but the same can be said for all destinations so far. Tip top.

Tomorow, our final major climb to 9,500 ft, then it's due south east to Melrose and Clovis, just before the Texan border. More of the same...yes please.

10-4. Pops oh yeah, we've passed the 1000miles mark too...where exactly, I couldn't tell you. It got lost on all the excitement.

Stoney in Taos

2009-03-26T04:27:00.004Z

Just a quickie today. The Intrepid Four did the mountain climb up to 10,500 ft before we descended into Taos. The Kitten and The Milgi even managed to have a spot of shore leave from HMS Hwyl and indulge in a spot of cycling with the four heroes!!!!!

HMS Hwyl was left in the capable hands of Tomos “Onslow” Wilding under the stewardship of Admiral Cooper, although his navigational skills were affected by a Gopher photo opportunity!!!!!

The welcome in Taos was truly astonishing. From the meeting on the Rio Grande bridge, to meeting up with some local cyclists, who escorted us into Taos. Next came the police escort and finally Zorro on horseback before we had to make two circuits of the Plaza, to the wonderful sounds of the High School Mariachi band.

Next came Marilyn’s welcome speech, which Porth tried to hold up because Merve and Tomos got lost!!!!!, Then a welcome by the mayor, Darren Cordoba.

Then came the musical entertainment Billy Archeretta on guitar, followed by Paul and Grace Jones (good Welsh name) on pipes and drum. The Bear did the honours on behalf of Team Coast2coast, including handing a letter of thanks to the mayor from Anthony Jenkins, Mayor of Carmarthen. After adding some extra clothing due to the sharpness of the climate, we adjourned to the various shops in the Plaza.

We were then taken to our digs for the night. Now we’re talking!!!! Jan and Phyl’s ranch accommodation is better than any 5 star hotel. All the rooms are of highest standard in comfort. King size beds, whirlpool baths et al!!!!

As The Kitten was first in, we got the pick, staying in the appropriately named Taos room.

A quick change and a dip in the hot tub to relax the aching limbs, followed by a hot shower then it was time for the evening’s entertainment. Superb BBQ food whilst enjoying Paul and Grace on Pipes, drums and guitar (and the beer and wine was sponsored!!!!!!!).

Once again The Bear did the honours in thanking our hosts and everyone involved in making this visit so special. We ended the evening by proving that not all Welshmen can sing with a few well chosen Welsh favourites. Phil, Andy and Merve let rip with a few songs then it was time for bed.

As for the welcome in Taos, beat that America!!!!!!!!!! UNBELIEVABLE.

Porth's 1st blog.

2009-03-26T04:21:00.001Z

Hi boyos - Clwb 6, Llandysul motor club and the football boys, Clwb 8 a merched MGT...and everyone else who has sponsored us. Shw mae!!

Am feeling better today, I had a fight with a tequila bottle the other night and am just coming round. Gar, Rich, Andy and Phil are cycling great, but am a bit upset by the weather. It's cold, windy and too much snow, but still doing 200miles a day.

Great country, but too big for me. Haven't jumped on the bike yet, but look out when I get going...am waiting for the downhills!!

Tom's our driver, and I'm his navigator, film and radio crew, Dyfrig and craig sitting in the back, with Dyfrig sleeping all the time!!

Off to Taos tomorrow, where they've pulled out all the stops. I just hope they've put away the tequila!! Keep on sponsoring us, cos were all working hard and slumming it. take it easy, don't work too hard

Porthi

Tuesday 24th March 2009

2009-03-26T03:56:00.003Z

Where are we now, what state is this, what day is it and what time zone are we in?

The questions that seem to get asked several times every day by everyone of us.

At time of writing we are just about to leave San Juan Trading Post in Utah where we stayed last night, right along side the San Juan river which cuts through the massive red rock here.

Yesterday we left Grand Canyon (Tusayan) in freezing temps and snow. The Sun quickly melted away any ice and the first 30 miles, which Andy and I did, was mainly down hill with some magnificent views and vistas of the Grand Canyon and surrounding landscape. Every day the place seems to through up another couple of wonders for us to marvel at.

The afternoon, saw us in fairly stiff winds and dropping temps reaching Monument Valley, famous for its red stacks and western cowboy film scenery. For many of us this was THE site that we came to see.

Ian has already filled a 2GB memory card with 1200 photo’s and the rest of the team probably have another couple of thousand. We’re going to bore the pants off friends and family when we get home with them for sure.

Today we cycle from Mexican Hat (Utah) into our 5th state in as many days, New Mexico and today’s destination of Dulce (219 miles). Tomorrow will see us reach Taos and a police escort and civic reception. Can’t wait…..

Happy Pedalling

Phil (AKA Kanye Pork Pie West)

10 things i won't forget from the trip....(so far)

2009-03-25T04:41:00.008Z

1. Sleep deprivation - thanks Stoney.
2. The problems encountered at altitude.
3. Porth's altercation with the fire alarm.
4. Cycling behind Kanye 'pork pie' West isn't a good idea.
5. Merv's many Dits.
6. Grand Canyon in the snow.
7. Always to check the brakes on a bike before going down a hill.
8. Monument Valley in the sun.
9. Complete lack of mobile signal or wi-fi in most of Arizona.
10. Amazing photo opportunities round every corner.

H

Stoney’s viewpoint – Day 5

2009-03-25T04:37:00.003Z

We have just arrived in Dulce after a glorious cycle/drive from Mexican Hat, via Monument Valley – the scene for our webpage and logo.
After a dreadful nights sleep, (where I ended up on the floor, freezing and aching all over, after Henry “The Kitten” Jones and Tomos “Onslow” Wilding managed to pinch the beds in our room, whilst I was drying the clothes for the team!!!!!!!) we set off after a hearty breakfast to Dulce. We weighed anchor of HMS Hwyl, with Kitten at the helm and Admiral Cooper organising the bridge and my good self in the navigation chair, whilst Tom was at the wheel of the Media Carrier, with Porth riding shotgun.
We made a quick stop at Monument Valley (again!!!!), for Dyffers and Craig to do the camera work, catching the Intrepid Four with our logo panorama in the background, whilst, in fairness, we took a fair few photos ourselves.
When we finally managed to grasp the camera away from the Media Kings, we continued onwards (and upwards) to Dulce. The scenery was, once again impressive and the climate most favourable for cyclists (so they told me before I was daft enough to find out for myself).
After a quick stop at Farmington, we finally managed to get a telephone signal for the first time in 3 days. I received a few texts from back home, with morale support from my good lady wife, Eileen and Sian Maud (plus a gloating e-mail from Buster because England finished higher than Wales in the 6 Nations). I even managed to get through to Eileen for a quick chat, and I must admit to feeling homesick for the first time on the trip. She also had a quick chat with our nephew, Gareth “Seren” Evans, which was a major achievement, as it was not on camera!!!!!!
After a hundred or so miles of excellent times achieved by the Intrepid Four, I was roped in 35 miles out, for a leg with The Bear and Pork Pie. What I didn’t realise was that after an initial downhill (where I failed to keep up with the larger cyclists, me being the new, slimmer version of the Milgi) we had to climb……and climb…..and climb!!!!! In fairness, they monitored the speed for me to keep up, although we maintained an average of 19mph for the leg. Not bad for 7000 ft!!!!
Can you believe it? 17 miles out from Dulce, Seren and Tricky Dicky decided to do the last leg. They must have wanted yet another photo opportunity!!!!! We had hoped to cycle the last leg together, especially after the long climb, but alas, it was not to be. So we three had to climb on board HMS Hwyl, sweat pouring through my USA bandana from my shining dome and onward to Dulce. The problem was, I didn’t see one more hill (at least not upwards!!!!) until we reached Dulce. 17 miles downhill – and they had the cheek to doubt my integrity after my unexpected 20 miler downhill. Was I impressed? I don’t think so, as my shipmates on HMS Hwyl can vouch. The air could be described as seriously Anglo Saxon, although I saw the funny side by the time we arrived.
We arrived at Best Western, Dulce and after the usual post cycle ablutions, we adjourned for our evening tucker and post mortem of the day. I have just received my best meal in America – Tacos and Enchiladas combination, with Spanish Rice and Beans, washed down with some Coors.
Just got time to try and beat my roommates to grab a bed!!!!!
Another great day. 14 to go and Taos tomorrow, where we are anticipating the welcome of the trip!!!!!!!
Happy days
Stoney

Rich's #8

2009-03-25T01:56:00.003Z

Strangely I awoke feeling fresher than any day on the trip so far - including day 1. The copious amounts of radian b I'd massaged into my legs had worked wonders and today was my best days cycling.

The scenery was not a patch on yesterday but the lack of wind and relative gentleness of all the slopes (with the exception of the last one that Phil, Andy and Ian had) meant that good progress was made all day through to Dulce in New Mexico, our resting place for the evening.

Top marks to the Dit Meister General for some fantastic lunch and the whole team really for pulling together really well.

Spirits were good today as along with decent roads mobile phone coverage resumed and we could all catch up with news from home.

Tomorrow promises to be an extraordinary day taking us to our highest point as we climb up to 10,500 ft and then on to Taos where it seems the whole town is coming out to welcome us.

Time for more radian b.

Gar's #6

2009-03-25T01:53:00.003Z

Mexican Hat to Dulce, New Mexico

Today we hit our fifth state in five days, and after the wonders of California, Nevada, Arizona and Utah... What would New Mexico have in store.

A day of almost perfect cycling is what, with all groups completing each of their legs in double quick time. Belcher boy and myself hit out from Mexican water and after the opening three miles of rustyness was behind us, the Tarmac just slides underneath our burning tyres.

A big factor today was the conditions, with only a slight crosswind to contend with on occasions, days like these are a cyclists dream. The temperature perfect, the cool air crisp, the only danger as had was of hungry dogs chasing us along the highways as they ran from their shaded porches.

The towns of Shiprock and Farmington soon flew by, and but for the smell of roast mutton being sold by Navajo Indians on the hard shoulder, nothing was holding us back.

As we flew by farrington, the camper came into life, the mobile phone signal had returned, and everyone had an opportunity to speak to loved ones back west. You could see all the tension and frustration from previous days lift, and Hms hwyl was in full swing, similar to receiving mail on the old Hms eagle, was merv's dit of the day.

We are now in Dulce, New Mexico, and tomorrow sees us enter the excitement of Taos, where locals, led by Marilyn and Randy have pulled out all the stops. It promises to be an unforgettable occasion. The only thing in our way, another 150miles or so, and peaks of over 10,500ft, which will bring with it frozen winds and long climbs. I don’t think anybody can wait.

A few figures
1... The number of cougars seen by Phillipousis
2... The approximate gallons of phlegm that now line the roads of Arizona thanks to the intake of copious amounts of sand.
3.. We're a third of the way through this trip, and everyone Geelong great
4... Four corners, Utah, Arizona, Colorado and new Mexico
5...the days into the trip, and states visited
6...the number of guys without whom this trip would fall to a standstill, (support crew in case you were wondering)
7...wonders in this world apparently, if monument valley and the Grand Canyon aren't on that list...they bloody well should be.
8..the number of days we've all been away from our families. Miss you all
9...tequila, southern comfort, Andrew Porth, say no more!
10...thousand feet plus tomorrow. Bring it on.

Pops

Gar's #5

2009-03-25T01:48:00.002Z

Grand Canyon to Monument Valley. Day 4.

Yesterdays whiteout meant an early start today, up at 5.30, we were on the road by 6.30...and looking back, it was worth the lack of sleep. The views of the canyon at sunrise was truly breathtaking, visibility from the southern rim all the way to the surface of the Colorado river. The one problem though, following yesterdays whiteout and the freezing temperature...Ice on the road, and unlike those other blokes who wear Lycra on itv, our bikes had no blades, a delayed start.

Once we got going, phillipousis and the bear make good time on a 30mile descent, with a couple of steady continuous climbs chucked in to keep the legs warm.

Rich and myself take over, and although there was one SSDBMF, the strong crosswind, made the leg slightly tougher than it should have been, but good time was made, and after having to stop to empty our mouths of the sand kicked up by oncoming traffic a couple of times, Tuba City, (which is more like drefach velindre than an actual city), was done.

Andy and phil continue, which allows us the pleasure of a couple of Merv's dits, and listening to mr. and mrs. Jones Exchange Chuck Norris-isms. Did you know that there are no such things as lesbians, just women that chuck Norris hasn't met!!

The next leg is almost a carbon copy of the first, longs traight roads with continuous climbs, a good averge speed and we're back with the married couple on HMS Hwyl, this time, with yellow hats removed...(because lowri said so!! Chuck Norris then called and said they must be worn from now on).

We reach monument valley, one of the highlights of the trip no doubt. We cycle good portions as a 6, to enable duffers and his sidekick chatsy to do their thang! Photos as often as possible, trying to find that perfect shot.

For the last two years, this has been the image used to promote the challenge on posters, as well as being the motivational poster put in front of my trusty turbotrainer in the garage, we were finally in the frame. Such an inspirational place, yet other than the Navajo indians hiding in the hills, it is only us here.

This environment has either got me very excited, or the altitude is starting to take it's toll. Although not very strenuous, my heart rate is still screamin and my guts are making the same motions as our doby kit...and we've been off the road for three hours.

Having crossed to our fourth state of Utah, we have also lost an hour recovery, so tomorrows late start Is most welcome as we head towards the hills of our fifth state...new mexico. From here on in, it's south east, and although altitudes in excess of 10,000feet lie ahead, we are finally, heading in the right direction.
The trip back to civiliaation would be most welcome though, as after being away for a week, a mobile signal would bring the relief of soothing voices back home. 4 down, 10 to go.

Pop

2009-03-25T01:40:00.002Z

We are all so looking forward to meeting everyone in Taos. The scenery so far as we entered New Mexico has been awe inspiring. The many e mails and good luck messages that we have had from the Taos community has made this part of the trip the main highlight.

Everything that Marilyn and her friends have arranged is more than we could ever have wished for.

See you all tomorrow

Andy and the C2C team

Rich's #7

2009-03-25T01:33:00.002Z

The day started at the Grand Canyon enjoying the views that the weather denied us yesterday and the detour that took us here from the most direct route was worth every mile.

Although dry and bright the temperature was still below freezing and by the time Phil and Andy set off there was still ice on the road. After just under 2 miles they stopped riding and we all went to get breakfast together to wait for the ice to thaw.

Having had their fill they resumed and Gar and I took our place in the van. It was still bitterly cold and so we sat well wrapped. However, 30 miles down the road when we got out to begin our stint it was into nice warm(ish) sunshine and so we hurriedly removed a layer prior to setting off.

Gareth was feeling good (as evidenced by the air drumming) and several times I had to ask him to take it down a notch, but we still made good time.

While Andy and Phil were back out on the road Chats interviewed us in the RV. Because of a slight vocal indiscretion Gareth requested a 2nd take, but Walter Matthau and Jack Lemmon in the pilot and co-pilot seats and me tried as hard as we could to make his 2nd take even less of a success.

Back out on the road again and we had a slight role reversal as Gareth took some time to get his legs going - not helped by him discovering after 9 miles that his front brake pads were rubbing slightly on the wheel.

Then it was on to Monument Valley for further photo opportunities and yet again the landscape was remarkable.

4 days in and I'm now into unknown territory in terms of consecutive days of cycling. Apart from some soreness on my behind (it feels like someone is trying to pull out the hair on my bum every time I sit down) I feel good.

Rich

2009-03-25T01:32:00.002Z

Congratulations from Paul and Grace Jones of Taos New Mexico (USA). Paul Jones will be performing Native American Style flute music for the reception for the Coast 2 Coast Cyclist, Wednesday March 25, at Taos Plaza, PM.

Paul Jones is a musician who is Welsh/British born in England on the Queen's Jubilee! Paul is married to Grace who is native American, they have 3 girls and live on the Picuris Pueblo in New Mexico. Paul and Grace have been working with Indian Education for 10 years, and Performing their music in California and New Mexico,for Pow wows, cultural events, and Ceremonies.

Paul recently performed for De Pak Chopra and Kevin Costner 2007 in New Mexico. He will be donating his music Wednesday afternoon to honor his fellow Welsh Cyclists.

Paul looks forward to also perform for the Queen mother on her next birthday! They both celebrate their birthdays together !!

Peace to All,
Grace Jones and Family

Tuesday 24th March 2009

2009-03-25T01:27:00.002Z

Where are we now, what state is this, what day is it and what time zone are we in?

The questions that seem to get asked several times every day by everyone of us.

At time of writing we are just about to leave San Juan Trading Post in Utah where we stayed last night, right along side the San Juan river which cuts through the massive red rock here.

Yesterday we left Grand Canyon (Tusayan) in freezing temps and snow. The Sun quickly melted away any ice and the first 30 miles, which Andy and I did, was mainly down hill with some magnificent views and vistas of the Grand Canyon and surrounding landscape. Every day the place seems to through up another couple of wonders for us to marvel at.

The afternoon, saw us in fairly stiff winds and dropping temps reaching Monument Valley, famous for its red stacks and western cowboy film scenery. For many of us this was THE site that we came to see.

Ian has already filled a 2GB memory card with 1200 photo’s and the rest of the team probably have another couple of thousand. We’re going to bore the pants off friends and family when we get home with them for sure.

Today we cycle from Mexican Hat (Utah) into our 5th state in as many days, New Mexico and today’s destination of Dulce (219 miles). Tomorrow wil see us reach Taos and a police escort and civic reception. Can’t wait…..

Happy Pedalling

Phil (AKA Kanye Pork Pie West)

SUNRISE – GRAND CANYON, SUNSET – MONUMENT VALLEY

2009-03-24T05:10:00.003Z

An early start to try and catch the rays coming over the Grand Canyon after the whiteout of the evening before we were greeted with fabulous clear views as the sun came over the valley – well worth the early start. Good day logistically and the ship’s company are finally being whipped into shape and the change-overs are much more slick than previous days. Once again greeted with amazing views especially as we came to the end of the day as the full compliment of cyclists rode into Monument Valley like a scene out of a John Wayne movie.

Final watering hole for the evening very ethnic built Inn next to red rock and rolling river. Meal of the night was delicious Navajo Broth. So overwhelmed by dinner I didn’t attempt any figgy duff and retired early to my luxurious accommodation.

Quotes of the Day:
‘Who’s Ian?’

Merv Cooper

2009-03-24T04:19:00.000Z

The last 48 hours have really put the size of this country and this challenge into perspective. After a relatively smooth day one, day two began with Andy and myself rolling through the streets of 29 palms. The minor diversion was a blessing in my eyes. The weather was cool, the views incredible and the only sound we could hear was of tyres on tarmac. Perfect.

A little later, after initial pilot training for shipmate Stoney, myself, Andy and Kanye 'Pork Pie' West climbed several hundred feet into the Mohave and made our way towards Kingman. The heat initially wasn't a factor and the sun by this point was behind us, however the dry air and altitude made conditions less than ideal. A long descent to finish made things much easier though!

Later, cycling a few miles on a long steady incline, the deathly silence forced my mind to wander. Coupled with vastness of the surroundings, the enormity of what we are trying to achieve hit me.

It is, as I write, the end of day 3 and it feels as though we have already achieved so much, it also feels like we have already experienced so much more than I anticipated and we have!

Setbacks such as Stoney’s bike, horrific driving and weather conditions today as well as shredded tyres have been overcome.

The real buzz from this trip, what gets me up is that this challenge is a mental and physical test for all of us. Those last few miles on the bike when the calfs are burning, the lack of sleep due to shipmates snoring, the need to be constantly thinking on your feet and planning ahead and working as a team - whatever individual tests we have on an hourly basis, we have a common goal, a target, a need to get to the next checkpoint. But more than that to enjoy it too.

Last night I had approximately 4 hours sleep, a sore throat I believe due to altitude, a pain in my leg due to the saddle on Stoney’s bike being too high and a bout of homesickness as we passed through a small town Lows and I had stayed in a few years ago. That is nothing in comparison to what some of the other guys are going through and yet I can safely say we have all had another incredible, inspiring, memorable day.

There is no denying that things are going to get tougher, much tougher and to a certain extent we have had an easy ride so far, but I know we all have the confidence and belief to do this and to enjoy every single second of it too!

Tomorrow sees us leaving the Grand Canyon at 6.15am and on to Mexican Hat 200 miles away. After blistering heat yesterday and heavy snow today I don't know what to expect. Is it going to be tough? - I imagine so. Will we encounter further setbacks? - probably. Am I finding it hard to sleep due to the excitement and anticipation of what is in store for us all tomorrow? - yes, I cannot wait!

To quote an American legend;

"Until the next time......take care of yourselves, and each other."

H

Drivers Dit - D-Day + 2 and 3

2009-03-23T04:37:00.006Z

Well!!! Its been two days into the trip since we've last had a minute's peace to type something up. Yesterday, Day 2, Henry "The Kitten" Jones had to give up the Captains chair of HMS Hwyl to his co-pilot, Ian "The Exterminator" Stone, whilst he had a crack at cycling on the Virgin bike. Phil "Pork Pie " Jenkins commented on the fact that he was now being driven by the Dukes of Hazzard. All I can say is, try driving a bouncy castle around America. It got so bad, that Stoney decided to have a crack at this cycling lark himself. The boys were starting to feel a bit fatigued, so Stoney thought he should do a stint in the saddle to give them a break, whilst The Kitten returned behind the wheel.

After a 3 mile climb, it turned into a 20 mile descent!!!!! In mitigation, HE didn't know that, although the Big Bear cast aspersions on his integrity by saying that he had studied the route profiles. In fairness, that's a compliment. To think that they believe that Stoney knows how to understand the profiles!!!!!!

Day 3 was a totally different matter. Henry returned behind the wheel in glorious sunshine in Kingman, Arizona, ready for our stint towards the Grand Canyon. All went well initially, with superb times made on each leg by our intrepid cycle team and we made 60 miles in rapid time. We even had time to do a spot of shopping at one of the Route 66 Outposts. Unfortunately, the wind kicked up and cycling became a danger to everyone involved. Henry had to steer into the raging wind to keep HMS Hwyl on an even keel. The storm clouds were rising and,although they made for great photographs, it wasn't conducive to safe cycling conditions, although this intrepid bunch do not know the meaning of CAN'T!!!. Can you believe that the weather got worse when we finally arrived at Tusycan!!!!! We turned up at one od the wonders of the world and could not see further than our noses. What a waste of $50 entrance fee for the two vehicles. All that was left was to return to the hotel (after Merve insisted that the trip to the canyon was the same as visiting Lapland in a heatwave!!!!!) and enjoy their hospitality - Andrew Porth leading the way.

Early start tomorrow. Hopefully, we will see the sunrise in the Grand Canyon - weather permitting, although I am not holding my breath!!!!

Must also mention the sterling work that Able Seaman Wilding is doing in the support car. Two full days behind the wheel, keeping spirits high (and protecting the cyclists in the high winds with his superb driving) and continuing to maintain his sense of humour. It must be because he's had a big double bed to stretch his limbs in, until Stoney's dulcet nocturnal tones reach his listeners!!!!!

Another Ode from Aus

2009-03-23T04:00:00.002Z

The Grand Canyon was empty as a blizzard took its toll, we struggled riding through it and had to reach our goal, the bear remarked I thought that it was dry and full of sand? But looks to me more like an Irish heat wave in Lapland.

On arrival at our Hotel the porter he did say, the wind had knocked out all the lights, no food for us today, But Porth he had a cunning plan to erase the doom and gloom, and ushered all the women under 30 to their room.

Then Mervin asked a question the reply we didn’t know? The difference between a man and wife that were made out of snow?
We sat around and pondered then Gareth he recalls, it’s easy really if you think the man has got snow balls

Steve Stone
Wodonga, Victoria, Australia

Spirit's High

2009-03-23T01:16:00.004Z

After getting to the Grand Canyon Merv remarks that it was like going to Lapland and there being a heatwave.

But nevermind!

Gar's #4

2009-03-23T01:13:00.002Z

A frustrating day today, as the wind and snow have caused havoc. It all started so promisingly on good ol' 66, but by the time we got to Tusayan it had turned to the pits.

The first leg for Rich and myself was ideal, a nice 5 mile descent to allow some freshness back in the legs. Having passed two freight trains, both with 100+ carrages attached, the rolling roads soon flew by.

Similar terrain on the next stint, but a fierce wind, would could have come from stoney's hind end, continuing to blow us across the road. Had there been no wind, 25mph would have ben a breeze, but until good old tom tom pulled up in his trusty toyota, we were taking a good ok bashin. (just like the England pack...regardless what Rich says).

Opportunity followed to buy some gifts, and $100 lighter, we travelled to Williams, a town founded by good old Dai Williams from Tregaron. Probably not true, but it could be.

Our final leg of the day was probably the most dangerous experience I've had on two wheels. With ludicrous gusts of wind cutting across our path to our final destination, seeing rich and myself having to stop on several occasions to straighten up and get back on the road, TM stone calls safety first, it's it's all aboard for the last ten miles. So strong was the wind, that when they returned, ian looked more like Casper the ghost, as the prevailing winds almost blew them into the oncoming traffic.

We arrive at our hotel, only to find that the lovely breeze we had justcycled through, had cut off the power to the whole village. No power, no pool, no food...panic not, porth ha his wind up torch, a he offers to usher all females under the age of 30 to their rooms!!!

When this trip was a dream 2 years ago, we literally sat uin front of a map and plotted famous landmarks that we'd love to visit...the most obvious being the grand canyon. Finally, we had arrived.

Unfortunately for us, the Derek Brockway of Radio 66 mentined nothing of the winds, or the blizzard that it would bring. I know stand over the south ridge ofthe grand canyon, where the temperature has droped from 80 to freezing, it's tippin it with snow, and the visibility is nil!!

Guess I'll have to come ban with leri and gwenno fach again. 3 down, however many left to go, I make it 20% done. The one shining light of the day was news filtering from I'm that rafa's boys had smashed villa. 3 massive wins on the bounce...momentum is increasing. God willing by the time I get back to the uk, they'll be a little higher. Goosgog, bradders, keep looking over your shoulder.

10-4. Pops

News from Taos

2009-03-23T01:12:00.001Z

www.taoscycleclub.com

On Wednesday 25, the Welsh team will meet up with local cyclists, 1:30 pm, at the KTAO parking lot. Rose Bauhs and Matthew Foster will be there to ride and to assist with the co-ordination. (Many thanks to you both). We will have a motorcycle police escort.
We're aiming for a non-stop turn around which means that there won't be much time for meeting and greeting at that location. We're aiming to get the team to the Plaza for 2:00 pm. The Taos High School Mariachi Band will start up as soon as the team arrives there, and the Mayor will make a welcome speech. So we're going to do our best not to keep them waiting.
For those who are interested, the riders blog is:
If you want to keep up with the team as they head this way, here is their blog. Ahh, the world of international bike riding. http://walescoast2coastusa.blogspot.com
And I just received this link to a BBC article. http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/wales/7943054.stm
It gives an informative, brief summary of the hospital fund raising and the ride. And Taos gets its very first mention! Lots more after the visit I know.
I'll be on Breakfast with Nancy, KTAO, tomorrow (Monday) morning at 9.15 to talk about the ride.
I do hope to see as many of you out there as can make it.
My best regards, Marilyn

Rich's #6

2009-03-23T01:10:00.001Z

We started off back on route 66 and our first 20 mile stint went like a dream. Then sat in the van ready to do the next 20 we were looking at miles of gradual descending roads and eager to get on the bang. That is right until Stoney opened the door and the wind sent it flying. What ensued was an hour and a half of struggling to remain upright as we faced the cyclists biggest enemy - the crosswind.

So it was less kapow and more gulp as my hands, wrists, arms and shoulders gave my legs a rest as I hung on for dear life.

The winds remained all day and as we approached our destination of Tusayan brought with it snow. Amazing the contrast in weather between today and the previous few as sun cream was replaced with extra layers of clothes.

Tusayan is right on the edge of the Grand Canyon so we all went down to the viewing platforms to see absolutely nothing as visibility is so poor. Let's hope we can see more in the morning as we're cycling through the park.

Just a Short One

2009-03-23T01:02:00.002Z

We leave Kingman travel out on Route 66 with mighty cross winds that people estimate between 45 and 60 mph - eventually arrive in the Grand Canyon to heavy snow and freezing conditions. Tomorrow it will be sunny and on we go to Mexican Hat and Monument Valley.

Spirits are high!!

Twentynine Palms, CA – Kingman, AZ

2009-03-23T00:53:00.003Z

In sporting terms, personally, today can be classed as a ‘s**t sandwich’, two great legs to start, two great stints to finish…an hour of pain in-between.

The day began with Rich and myself taking over from the bear and the Kitten, with a gradual, constant climb. Thankfully, the legs seemed great following yesterdays’ final ling…where a bonk was almost imminent (not that sort of bonk!!), and although the sun was starting to cook, the electrolytes, skins and a large supreme thin base from Pizza hut seemed to have done the job.

First leg down, second coming up, and as it mirrored the first, the words ‘relentless’, ‘constant’ and ‘never-ending’ were regularly delivered from Keanu Belcher. Again, constant gradual climbing, no relief for the legs whatsoever, and the sun again…cooking. The difference compared to back home, the straight roads. Not even a kink in the road could offer the relief of even thinking that a plateau was imminent. Constant, relentless, never ending climbing.

More so, when sitting in the van, it seemed that every time we swapped, we seemed to miss a descent. We cant complain, I’m sure this was my tired mind playing tricks on me, but if not, it was payback for yesterday’s stunning descent into Palm Dessert.
The third leg began with a downhill…relief, but the hills had taken their toll, and with very short recovery periods, the legs again felt empty, not a ‘bonk’ empty, just unable to get them going. Again, I must apologise to rich…who was like a dog on heat just trying to pull me along…but to no avail.

By now, the other group had set, and a change of tact brought increased periods of recovery. An hour in the van, some more ‘Go’ juice and a few slices of leftover pizza hut special, and there seemed to be a bit of ‘hwyl’. Another constant climb, but a shorter stint felt great, and the worry that yesterdays tiredness had already set-in were put to rest, with eagles flying above, and a bit of ‘ipod’ relief, we were back on the road. By now also, the Belcher had a grin from ear-to-ear…as Martin Johnson’s men leapfrog the Welsh in the 6Nations. “You must be s**t if you’re behind England, says the Gillingham fan (who lost 3-0 today).

Increased recovery seemed to bring a second wind to the whole group and the Bear, the Belcher and Phillipousis complete their legs, into a wind. By now, good time has been made, and Kingman doesn’t seem that far away. My penultimate leg leads to a 5mile climb, again, not the steepest, but continuous, and the theme for the day seems to have been set…then comes 10mile descent down to Davis Dam, which seemed great, but had to be carefully taken due to high crosswinds and regular gravel traps.

We end in style, as a four, reaching our destination as the sun sets over the Arizona dessert, on good ol’ Route 66. This route is the only one I believe to go the length of the states, and as Rich and myself covered a good 10miles earlier in the day, it seemed strange that we had rejoined 7 hours later. Why don’t we stick on this road??? The answer will be evident tomorrow.

Highlights of the day has to be the little rant by TM Stone, as he steered HMS Hwyl for the first time this morning. Almost ready to digest the Sat-Nav, the silhouette of the Bear on the horizon saved the sat nav in the nick of time. The fact the crew still don’t have a map is great, and as we’re almost there, is there any point in buying one now??

The vistas of the Mojave were spectacular, the salt beds, the Joshua trees, the deserted towns spread across the plains, that were obviously once thriving hubs, now more a scene of a Hollywood Horror flick. News also of victories for Fulham and Spurs bring a cheer…Rafa’s boys must complete the job tomorrow.

Rich's #5

2009-03-22T13:12:00.002Z

Today started with me discovering a gash in my front tyre almost through to the tube. Not sure when it occurred but the thought of it blowing on the descent yesterday into Palm Desert is a little scary.

We took in 3 states today, starting in California and then nipping into Nevada for a short while and then ending up in Arizona.

The riding was again quite tough with long relentless climbs through the mountains. They weren't steep but there was no respite. It was difficult to make up much time on the descents as the quality of the roads so far has not been great. In fact if Barrack Obama is looking to spend his way out of the credit crunch he could do worse than invest in a road surfacing programme.

The heat also played a part and mentally the long straight roads were difficult to cope with. You'd put your head down for a bit and when you look up the horizon seemed just as far away. I'd swear that the Romans colonised America before the Brits.

At one point Gar and I got our kicks on Route 66. It was just 7 miles, but the impact of the freeways was evident as once (potentially) thriving communities had turned into a ghost town. I felt like Lightning McQueen as I zoomed through - Kapow! Having said that our day ended back on Route 66 in the still busy town of Kingman.

Spirits (for those not men of Kent) were dampened slightly as the news from the Millenium Stadium filtered through and made worse by the realization that Wales had even finished below England in the 6 Nations - a fact I hastily pointed out, but didn't labour because there's not a great deal to shout about in English rugby and also fear of my brakes being tampered with by one of 10 disappointed Welshmen.

Air Conditioning Bike

2009-03-22T13:10:00.001Z

Gareth really struggled with the heat of the mid day sun, but Stoney kept him going until his stint was done, He thanked him very kindly with a smacker on the lips and Big Merv told them both why go to Rome and have fish and chips.

The heat it seems a problem as the boys meet in the bar, Gareth has a brainwave let’s take the aircon off the car, I have a premonition and I think that you will like, so when I start my run day two will stick it on my bike.

The Big Bear started day two off refreshed and fully fed, but 15 miles on desert soil his wheels began to shred, A cry for help to the backup boys just as his wheel went POW resulted Porth screaming on his Mob no problem I’ll be with you now’

As a team they struggled on to fight for their chosen cause, their bodies bruised and battered and their bottoms full of sores, Nothing couldn’t stop them as they had nothing to fear except the state of Mervyns mind as its all down hill up here?

The Mojave and the salty flats provided an awesome sight but Andy kept complaining that he struggled with the light, forgetting his sunglasses I think that you will find is an odds on way in the middle of the day for the big bear to go blind.

The desert view and evening sky was certainly the biz, it brought it home to all involved what a wonderful planet this is, So on they go to the next stage and all of them will feel that our blood and sweat and even tears is for the Noah’s Ark Appeal.

Stephen Stone
Wodonga, Australia

BBC NEWS

2009-03-22T04:57:00.000Z

Click below for link to BBC News

BBC NEWS

DAY ONE VIDEO

2009-03-22T02:34:00.004Z

Day Two - Andy

2009-03-22T02:24:00.005Z

I am informed by Phil that we did 83.2 miles on day one. Two big climbs – Rainbow Canyon and following a motor bike accident fatality saw us hit an hour of steady climbing taking us up to 4000 feet. Legs are tired and there’s another 14 days to go

‘Why go to Rome and have fish and chips’, a reminiscing Merv states after tucking into a large Pizza Hut pizza the night before.

Richard notices a tyre shredded even before breakfast and Henry and I set off 0700 hrs through a deserted 29 Palms towards the Mojave and the heat of the day.

The desert plateau of 29 Palms, surrounded by a range of mountains is cold as the sun rises from the east. Sun blinds us as we have forgotten sunglasses. Navigation is a problem as we are told that we should be heading up dirt tracks. 10 miles cycling is wasted going round in circles. The pounding potholes of the first day has taken its toll on my back wheel and a puncture and a shredded tyre sees me helpless in the middle of no where with ‘Porth’ telling me on the mobile, ‘no problem be with you now’

The 2nd leg we descend for 7 miles down Old Woman Mountain and then hit the salt flats of Amboy. Mile after mile of snowy, salt flats.

3rd leg takes Phil, Henry and myself into the Mojave Desert and 5 mile steady climb of a 1000 feet sees Big Bear struggling and about to bonk when two American cyclists are coming at us in the opposite direction.

‘Let’s pull over’ I shout up to the other two. They are cycling from Las Vegas to Palm Springs in 8 days. We’ve just done it in a day!

Refreshed after a chat I throw some food down and am feeling good again – onward.

The next 12 mile stretch is downhill with the Kelso sand dunes to our left reaching a height of over 3000 feet.

‘It’s all downhill up here’, Merv throws in.

90 degree heat and with a cross wind brewing, times were getting harder. Tactical decision to go to individual cyclists gets us through the next few hours. Turning south we are hit by very strong, very dry head winds. Tactical decision to go back to two by two helps as Richard is able to tuck in behind Phil.

So we have 50 miles to go and a 15 mile stint of 4000 foot climb to finish the day.

Merv’s Daily Final Thought of The day: Started well till after breakfast. Hard to take in all the panoramic views. Quite humbling realising what small fish we are on such a wonderful planet. Boys coped well with the conditions – still all working well as a team. The end of the day is nigh and at the end of the day it gets dark. A good sense of achievement as the mileage has been upped from day one. Gareth was struggling with the heat – maybe the boys should have considered air-conditioned bikes.

North County Times, Oceanside

2009-03-22T02:22:00.000Z

Yes, Timothy Kilpatrick will have some good stories to tell his five children and future grandchildren someday.

Stories about how he decided to hop on a bicycle one day in St. Augustine, Fla., and pointed it west with the intention of riding until he reached the Pacific Ocean. Stories that include riding along highways and back roads, pushing through mountains, intense heat, some cold and rain, strong headwinds and other obstacles.

Stories that include a coyote sniffing around his tent as he camped along the side of the road and of meeting a nice couple at a Texas ranch house, where he knocked on the door because he needed to replenish his fluid supplies.

Stories that he chronicled in a journal of his 34-day cycling trip across America, a journey he undertook because he wanted a challenge, wanted a chance to see things from a different perspective and wanted those stories to share.

Mission accomplished.

Kilpatrick, who recently moved to Oceanside with his wife, Jodie, and family, left St. Augustine on Feb. 8, and touched his front wheel to the water at Mission Beach in San Diego around 8:30 p.m. March 13.

Kilpatrick, 29, was "hurting pretty bad" when he arrived in town after his 2,520-mile journey. But being reunited with his family made things considerably less painful.

"Of course, I was happy to be here. It was getting old near the end because I was doing it alone," Kilpatrick said. "I was happy to get here, see my family and start my new life."

The ride was a huge stretch for Kilpatrick, whose longest previous cycling trip was 100 miles. He said the first 300 to 400 miles were the roughest, as his muscles adjusted to the daily pounding. After that, "Things started to get a little numb," he said.

Kilpatrick is done with long-distance rides for now. His next task is to find a job, having had to close his construction business in Alabama because of the economy.

He shouldn't have any trouble convincing prospective employers of his ability to complete assignments.

Return trip: In a reversal of sorts, a team of four cyclists from Wales plan to leave the Oceanside Municipal Pier early Friday morning for a two-week ride that will take them to St. Augustine.

The four riders, ranging from 27 to 48 years old and in varying degrees of shape, according to team member Andy Edwards, are taking on the ride in a bid to raise money for the children's hospital in Wales. They have already brought in more than 50,000 British pounds, with donations continuing to roll in.

"We're just a team of mates from family and work," said Edwards. "We've done long-distance training, but nothing like this."

The riders, Edwards, Gareth Evans, Richard Belcher and Phil Jenkins, will be trailed by a camper van. A documentary crew will film their journey, called "Coast 2 Coast USA." They'll ride in pairs, alternating every 20 miles.

It's kind of a crazy idea, admitted Edwards, adding that it was something the buddies cooked up hanging around together.

"Once you say you're going to do something, you've got to go through with it," he said. "We're going to do it. Bring it on."

2009-03-21T13:16:00.002Z

Oceanside to 29 Palms (cycle day 1)

A quick spin down to the pier at Oceanside to meet Tim who completed an unaided C2C recently in 35 days and some photos and we set off at 8am on the dot.

6 miles as a foursome just to get rid of some nerves and then Seren and Richard did the rest of the first leg.

The bear and I took over after about 20 miles and took a slight detour while looking for the turning for Rainbow Canyon. (its very different cycling on roads you don't know it not like cycling around Carmarthen and Pembs). We find the canyon and start climbing fairly steeply in rising temps.

Rich and Poppy (Seren) take over for their second stint and we get in the van.

Fortunately for The bear (Andy) and I there's an accident on our next stnt and we take a detour up and over some more mountains and in blistering temps (over 30c and we haven't hit the desert yet).

Our next leg take us through a very busy Palm Springs cycling along with 6 lanes of traffic and traffic light junctions every 200m. stop start all the way. the final couple of miles are a killer in strong crosswinds. We pass a wind farm on the outskirts of Palm Springs which has what looks like a couple of thousand turbines and are thankful to see the motorhome up ahead as Andy has bad cramps and I knackered. The thought of another leg today and 14 more days of this is filling my head and I have to kep telling myself its just another ride try to enjoy it.

The Bear and I last leg is a good one I feel strong we have the wind with us and its a fairly flat run through Joshua tree and on to The Harmony motel in 29 Palms. Stoney has joined us for the last leg to christen his new steed and on arrival at our dig we find that we're there before anybody else so we all strip off to our shorts and dive in to the pool and then the jacuzzi to wash our kit. The others arrive and we're advised that we're not staying at this place now but the Best Western a quarter mile further down the road. cold wet kit goes back on and we're back on the bikes down to the hotel where we once again all pile in to the pool.

Pizza's for dinner and then we hit the hay to get some sleep and dream of tomorrow.

Phil

Rich's #4

2009-03-21T13:15:00.001Z

It's now 1st thing in the morning on day 2 and I've just had my best nights sleep since arriving here.

Yesterday was a real up and down day (quite literally) with long climbs and sweeping descents, but mentally and physically too.

1st of all despite The Bear's assertion that "I'm just going out for a bike ride" I was full of nervous energy and on our way down to the start my heart rate monitor was displaying figures in excess of 170 despite our relatively gentle pace.

We all started together and rode for the first 5 miles and thanks to my tense state Andy and Phil allowed me and Gar to do the 1st stint so I could get it out of my system. This as it turns out was to their cost as they endured more climbing initially and were in the van for the descent into Palm Desert.

I quickly calmed down and settled in to my riding which was fantastic. The views were amazing and you got even greater appreciation of just how vast this country is and the enormity of the task ahead.

By the last stint the heat (up to 92 degrees) had taken its toll and although it hit Gareth a little harder I still felt like the guy in Goodfellas who's head Joe Pesci had in a vice. 9 litres drunk and I was still feeling dehydrated.

Today is a new day, my legs feel strong and I'm even more up for the challenge.

Driver's Dit

2009-03-21T04:43:00.005Z

D-Day.

The big day arrived and flew by like a cyclist in the heat of the desert. A wake up call by Captain Cooper was immediately followed by a brisk breakfast and a short trip down to the starting line, Oceanside Pier.

Sat Nav it turns out isn't that great if you haven't also got a map.....typing in 'the pier' doesn't work basically!!! Anyway, after some initial hiccups the morning logistics started to smooth out and I personally was privy to one of the best deception tactics ever!

Captain Cooper attempt to use a roadside dunny was turned down outright by the mexican fruit and veg farmer in the middle of nowhere. After a brief team talk Able Seaman Stone decided to purchase some fresh oranges from the aforementioned shopkeeper. With Midshipman Jones on lookout duties, and Stoney in deep negotiation/haggling duties with our Mexican friend - Captain Cooper sidestepped his way into the dunny and gladly relieved himself - a job done! (The oranges were nice too).

Able Seaman Stone also gave us a sneak peak of his 'milkshake', acompanied by bellowing lift music - a treat and strong sign of entertainment to come over the next week.

As mentioned below, the 15 mile descent to Palm Springs was a cyclists' dream, however, the smell of burning brakes and their distinct lack of function after only 3 of those miles was a slight concern! However, after a brief stop at a vista, all was well and all involved breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking forward to the next few days and hopefully some straighter roads. Trying to steer a 25 ft camper down narrow mountain roads could be compared to doing the olympic bobsleigh run in a bouncy castle! Stoney, after a few too many hellraising miles, finally jumped ship and christened the Virgin bike with a 20 miler into 29 Palms - only to then jump fully clothed in the pool with the Bear and Pork Pie at the wrong hotel!

The day ended as all days end for olympic athletes....beer and pizza at Pizza Hut in high quantities.

Tomorrow is a new day, a new challenge and new destination. Pilot and Co-pilot will keep you all posted.

Over and out.

Gar's #3

2009-03-21T02:41:00.004Z

Today I had my best hour on a bike- ever!! After a frustrating start, plagued by a sat nav that's adamant on taking us down incomplete roads, and a road closure which resulted in a detour, the vistas' of San barnado mountains were superb.

The four of us set off from Oceanside having been greeted by Tim Kilpatrick, a gent from Alabama who has recently completed the coast2coast single handily, unsupported over 34 days. After the initial climb from the pacific, rich and myself headed towards the Bonsall.

Andy and phil take over, and are greeted by a fabtastic canyon climb, which would have lifted their mood, but taken its toll on their legs...and by now, the sun has burnt through the cloud.

We arrive at tucalama, and once rich presents the art of urinating into 4 seperate cups...without spilling a drop, the sat nav has a pop. We change, rich and myself continue to Anza, steady climbing, but nothing as steep as the stint facing andy and phil on the next leg.

Rich and myself reach the summit of the climb, a max height of 4600feet...and then we have the pleasure of the 15mile decent to the oasis that is palm desert. The roads are awsome, the views breathtaking, and the experience...can only be described as top gear on bikes...rich taking up the role of James May.

The bear and phillipousis continue through the desert heat to MOrongo Valley, not helped by the Traffic lights. Again, they seemed to have had the short straw, hampered by the lights, keeping them trapped on the desert sun, unable to get any momentum they make their way to morongo valley.

Morongo Valley to Twentynine Palms.

Rich and I begin our last leg next to a wind farm the size of Carmarthen. Thousands of wind turbines as far as the eye can see, an there's a damn good reason why they're here...there's one hell of a wind, and we're attempting to cycle straight into it.

Our average speed for the daysrops dramatically as we struggle to maintain double figures, but worse is to come, as we turn right, now with the wind at our backs, we start to get the hills...in what assists the ascending on this leg alone to 4400 feet. By now, my legs are running on fumes, not helped by the 90degree desert heat, and undoubtedly there's no way I could have done that alone, so cheers rich.

We finally reach the summit of our last climb, to hear that the guys have reached the hotel...unfortunately, the wrong one, and they are ushered out of their routine sheepdip in double time.

Day 1 is over, only 14 to go...and today's climbing and heat outlines the severity of the challenge ahead. There's no doubt...I'll sleep tonight

Rich's #3

2009-03-21T02:39:00.001Z

Well I made it beyond 10 o'clock at night, but nobody told my internal alarm that meant I could sleep in beyond 3.

So today is the big off and it started poorly with me moving to the floor space outside the bathroom to sleep (or not as the case turned out) in order to get away from Porth and Pop's snoring. Although I think the enormity of what we're taking on has hit me and nervous tension was the main cause of laying awake.

None of us want to let anybody down but we are where we are and just need to see what the next few weeks hold.

Waiting

2009-03-19T21:00:00.004Z

Stuck in the Wilshire Plaza reception, waiting for the guys to come back from getting the vehicles. Different reports come back via cell phones. As we wait Merv tells stories about shark attacks in Australia.

The waiting has been delayed as the boys have had to sit through a video of how to clean the toilet and various other necessities needed for the running of the battle wagon, the El Monte Camper Van that will now be known as HMS Hwyl (Ship of Fun). Delayed also by the Tom Tom installation that when completed just happened to be in the Dutch language. So here we wait listening to Merv giving us names of ships that he knows.

'I used to be on HMS Eagle - it was so long ago it was an egg!

LA from the 10th Floor

2009-03-19T13:39:00.006Z

Well here we are Thursday 19th day two at the Radison Wilshire Plaza on Wilshire Blvd. Just as I'm starting to feel settled in,today we pick up the vehicles and head on down to Oceanside, our kick off point.

It feels as though the little things start to feel complicated like how do we pick up the two vehicles from different locations and all be there to sign the paperwork, what do we need to stock the motorhome up with for the trip and what replacement bike should Stoney get?

After our arrival on Tuesday we all decided to try to stay up as late (normal) as possible to try to overcome or even circumvent the effects of jet lag. A pasta meal and a couple of Moretti beers and I think I hit the hay at around 10pm local time (around 30hrs after getting out of bed in Carmarthen).

Awake at 1.48am the next day (Weds 18th) and up at 4a.m. myself, the Bear and Cooperman headed out in search of scran. We found Denny's just a few blocks west and had a Grand Slam breakfast with GRITS. "What's this made of please I asked potato?" "no corn its really good". After adding maple syrup and jelly Merv decided that the wallpaper paste was OK.

Back to the hotel then for our first team meeting and a swim. Some of the team have tasks and will go find provisions while the cyclists will assemble bikes and go for a first run out. 5 bikes done and then Stoney's come out in more pieces than we expected. Its clearly been handled poorly and a small but significant piece has been snapped clean off and its beyond repair. We hit the phones and emails in an attempt to gt the OK for a replacement.

Ian's patience is tested to the max as he keeps being asked by claim staff what colour the bag is and what it says on it. After screaming `your missing the point` for 20 mins he`s about to explode when THE KITTEN rouses from his position and turns all MAX CLIFFORD like on the Virgin Press office. We leave then to it and the four of us go for a spin in search of a bike shop. Whatever happens with the claim we'll have to get a new steed.

We end up at Helen's bike shop in Beverley Hills and find two great looking machines. We head back to our hotel and are met with the great news that The Kitten's mojo is cooking and Virgin in light of the charitable nature of the event have agreed $2000 replacement. Smiles all round again.

We chill for a couple of hours and after a quick dip in the outdoor pool hit the hotel bar for just a couple as drinking here could lead to a fiscal deficit similar to a UK high street bank at nearly $6 a bottle of beer.

Seren, Tomos, Porth and Telesgop staff head off to see a basketball game and the remaining 6 head back to Denny's for dinner.

Several `dits` from the Cooperman over dinner, one of which was full of advice about the need to take a couple of ninja's to the toilet with you - something to do with hand shaking apparently!!! saw us all having a good laugh.

THURSDAY 19th
Up early again the body clock still hasn't fully settled but feeling good. Its feels like this is it as we have things to do and places to go today ahead of tomorrow's real off.

Happy pedaling...
Phil `the ninja hand shaker` Jenkins

Rich's #2

2009-03-19T13:35:00.003Z

I'm still very much on UK time. It's 5 in the morning and I've been awake a while. Will I ever see 10 o'clock at night?

So yesterday saw the first road miles -a quick leg stretcher around the local streets in search of a bike shop to source Stoney's new steed.

Surely 9th street is between 8th and 10th! Well it turns out it is, only the part we were on goes under a different name. Unfortunately the school crossing control lady doesn't know so a few more minutes of aimless cycling before we find someone to point us in the right direction, and it turns out we need to be a couple of hundred yards down from the school crossing.

That bike shop doesn't sell road bikes but gives us the address of the most famous cycle shop in LA so off we go again and Andy is soon on first name terms with the guy in the shop, getting the squeak on his bike looked into and negotiating a discount for Ian.

Then back to the hotel along with Andy's magical reappearing squeak. The traffic lights meant it was all very stop start but I was surprised by the courtesy shown by the inhabitants of this car loving nation, with several people tooting, waving, giving the thumbs up and declaring their Welsh heritage at the lights.

Gar #2

2009-03-19T12:26:00.005Z

A night at leisure meant that half the guys went for a jaunt 'downtown'. Without the exterminator Stone and his sidekick, Henry Kittenger, would we be safe... We did after all have 'Dyfrig death' driving!!

After a swift spin down the road, we finally arrived at the staples centre; an luminous metropolis that makes Blackpool look like Cwm Cou. Anyway-to the box office, and after a confused discussion with your friendly Mexican tout, we got our tickets...for a damn sight cheaper...(it wasn't until after our south central friend had departed did visions of Ross kemps gangs come to mind!!).

Back to the basketball, the LA Clippers do a job on the Washington Wizards, a smash and grab our tout friend would have been proud off, with the highlight of the event undoubtedly...the clipper spirit, google them for yourselves!

Quick spin back through Korea Town to the chateau, swift steak and it's back to bed, only to find Rich 'the 1' Belcher sleeping comfortably in the floor, spooning his duvet in a way that would have made jenny proud. (sorry Jen xx)

It's midnight now, Thursday is upon us, a crucial day for the logistics and psycho Stone with the purchase of his new wheels upon us. Stone...pimp your ride.

Oh yeah, it was also nice to get a couple of hours road time today, even though the 80 degree heat was a tad uncomfortable, it sure beats the bloody snows of Blaenavon. Electrolytes at the ready!

10-4

Pops

Negeseuon Pob Lwc

2009-03-19T12:19:00.004Z

Andy-I know we all need to keep in shape but this is a bit extreme.When you get the chance read a book called"The memory of running by Ron McLarty.

Roger Ford, London Welsh RFC

Fanstastic cause Andy, well done for doing this very extreme challenge. Just make sure you pack the Vas! Not a bad excuse Andy and well done for raising so much for this very worthy cause. I'm sure you'll have a fantastic time doing it and some great memories along the way.

I'll keep you in the loop.

Dai Williams London Welsh RFC Old Boys

Thank you for your donations.

'What are we but memories'

Henry Saves the Day Again - International Rescue

2009-03-19T00:04:00.003Z

During the drama of the afternoon Henry received an urgent phonecall from the Principality's capital as a large unknown male spider was walking around Lowri's bedroom. After consulting with Ian 'The Exterminator' Stone who's thought process went through pistol whipping and bitch slapping finally settled the best form of defence was attack and that she should use a machine gun.

Henry Saves the Day - The Day the Kitten Shone.

2009-03-18T23:08:00.006Z

On opening Ian's bike bag I found that the lug that held the rear derailleur had snapped in transit. I had been warned by John from Tenby Cycles that this was one of the weak points that could be trouble when traveling abroad.

On closer examination I discovered that it bit of the frame had snapped aswell - total and utter disaster. Ian was informed and did not take the news too well. he immediately phoned his insurance company, Lloyds of London and his Platinum account stated that his bike was not covered. Controlling his temper Henry suggested to Ian that a phonecall to the Press officer of Virgin Atlantic would be a better option. After speaking to the baggage handling department of Virgin, who were very concerned about the colour of the £50 bike bag which was grey and not the £1500 bike inside it. On the other phone Henry in his best Meltwater voice was conversing with the Virgin Press Officer who realised that a PR disaster was on the horizon especially as the BBC are traveling with us and she authorised an immediate allowance of $2000 to cover the cost of a new bike! henry's thinking outside the box and his phone manor and charm. Whether Ian will thank him by the end of the trip will be another story! Ian will thank him tonight by sleeping in the bathroom so that Henry and Tomos will not suffer the snore torture!

Gareth's 1st

2009-03-18T17:18:00.004Z

Finally here! The worry of "have I packed enough base layers and spare kit" has been put to rest by the fact it's 75degrees outside, and it's still only 9am. The bikes are set up,the weather is good, but we still have the day at leisure...which way to the beach? You could swear the good folk of l.a. Have never seen a Welshman walking down the road for breakkie in shorts and t-shirt at 7.30 before!

Got to look at things positively, could have had as good a nights kip as Henry, spooning the coast2coast wind tunnel that is Mr. Stone. He loves it really.

Pop

The night of Noise.

2009-03-18T16:12:00.004Z

Whilst the acoustic set in room 1008 is in full swing, there is a very different acoustic in room 1014 aka. 'The Room of Noise'.

Myself and the Wild one spent the hours of 10pm till 4am enduring 20 minute stints of sleep disturbed as efficiently as the japanese transport system by the dulcet tones of Stoney's face.

The english language cannot do justice to the sound he emitted throughout the night but I will leave you with a few stats...

Number of times woken up by the 'noise' last night - 8 (minimum)
Number of time Wild one was woken up - 8 (minimum)
Numbers of ways we have come up with to 'accidently' kill The Stone - 142 (and counting)

Phil has told me he has earplugs so all is good from this point on.....bring on the noise Stone.
That is all for now.....

Day Two

2009-03-18T13:07:00.004Z

It started with most people waking up at 0200 thinking they had had a good night's sleep. People are itching to get going but there's still so much to get done. Who's going to be in charge of what? Mervyn has stepped up to be i/c of laundry and Andrew immediately took up the offer of being i/c of the kitty.

0500 - Phil is playing his guitar in his pants, Mervyn is looking up sightseeing spots, getting mixed up between John Wayne and Ronald Reagan and asking whether we should go and see the Queen Mary and the Russian nuclear submarine down in Long Beach.

0900 Merv's confusion continues - four hours of Australian dits he then saw the Hollywood sign from Wilshire Boulevard and realised that it didn't look anything like Perth. After a moment of disappointment and a plateful of grits at the local Denneys, we took in the sights and Merv's focus turned to the many palmed treed avenues and the frequency of Eurasian beauties driving Lexus and Saabs driving by.

Rich's 1st

2009-03-18T13:00:00.001Z

And so finally the trip starts in earnest, although the 11 hours sat on my bottom courtesy of virgin Atlantic promises to be a little less taxing than that which will follow. The journey started in less than auspicious circumstances at the Ibis Hotel in Cardiff Gate. As we were being picked up at ridiculous o'clock I booked the hotel for myself and Gareth. As we would have bike bags I requested a ground floor twin room. We got a top floor double room! Despite strict demarcation and Gareth's plea for no spooning, the appalling softness of the mattress meant Gareth gravitated towards the centre of the bed to the extent that I considered getting out and back in the other side. So sleep was not exactly plentiful but the journey so far has been all according to schedule. I'm 8 hours into the flight between films and looking forward to getting there and sorting my bike ready for a gentle warm up tomorrow.

Rich The Hoot

Day One

2009-03-18T02:13:00.006Z

Early start from Pendine at 0200 hrs and pick ups on the way down the M4 meant the team was all together by 0500 and heading for the airport. Stopping at Reading Services for a million dollar breakfast meant we were at Heathrow in plenty of time. Self checking meant no upgrade but all progressed smoothly until Tom got on the Guiness by 0900.

An 11 hour flight with Myra the Welsh speaking stewardess from Talley slipped by unnoticed. Phil and Merv were not happy with the food but the views out of the window of Greenland and then the sheer size of the States was realised and they soon lost their appetite. Good fun was had telling jokes and playing quizzes.

Henry, Gareth and Richard who had had their 'Skins' underwear on all day started to melt in the L.A. heat not helped by the taxi driver attempting to drop us off at the Beverley Hills Plaza Hotel where Julia Roberts was entertained by Richard Gere. The Hotel was 10 miles away from our hotel and 10 times the budget and I don't think flip flops would have been appreciated in the foyer.

We've now been for a dip in the pool after being up for over 24 hours and are now about to step ashore for some bevvies and a bit of scran.

THE BIKE WASH!

2009-03-15T18:36:00.003Z

One day to go - bikes are washed and packed. We are nearly there!

15th March 2009

2009-03-15T18:10:00.004Z

A last Hurrah for the 'Two Fat Cyclists' at The New Three Mariners, Laugharne. Match funding by Barclays Bank means there will be a lot of money raised for the charity - not sure how much yet.

New songs found the large drunk audience singing along. 'Fulsom Prison Blues' and 'Daydream Believer' seemed to really oil the inebriated voices of the clientele. So much so that they wanted to create their own set list with impromptu renderings of 'You'll Never Walk Alone' in respect of the landlords' favourite football team's dismal performance against Liverpool and 'A Horse with No Name' for no reason at all except for the pub singer from Ants Hill Caravan Park knowing the lyrics!

Phil and I, cleverly tried to follow Rhys' fingers through a very drunken 'Good Riddance'. Rhys, aswell as Phil and myself, eventually gave up the gig as the crowd got drunker and took no interest in the dulcet tones of of 'The Two Fat Cyclists'.

Thank you Richard for all your help.

MERVYN COOPER - A MAN TO GET TO KNOW!

2009-03-14T08:09:00.004Z

For you to get the full benefit of Mervyn coming on the trip you will need to understand what he says:
'if you got a drip see the plumber' - don't moan about it behind people's back, get it sorted!
'were you adrift this morning?' - did you get up late?!
'Stand still , when I'm telling you to march, boy!' - Do as I say however ridiculous it sounds.
'monkey see, monkey do' - do as i say!
'where's the sledge' - a tool used to sort out all problems!
'has he mustered his kit?' - has he been so ill that he has been sick?!
'excuse me dit on' - he likes telling stories a la Uncle Albert!
'golden eagle has shat the golden egg' - if he's got to go he's got to go!
'the lesser known pembrokeshire shite hawk' - known for his bird spotting!
'sukran sudiki' - thank you very much in Arabic!
'that's the ship biscuit' - that's very good!
'i think that's a biff getting off the bus' - um?
'paso y menyn' - cardiff welsh at its best!
'paso y llath' - again Cardiff welsh at it's best!
'you're a better man than me Gunga Din' - you're not netter than me whatever you think!
'mixyblob today' - anything goes in the pot!
'let's have a run ashore' - let's get shi ters! - let's get off the boat and have a drink with some shipmates!
'pass the slide' - pass me the butter please!
'the galley staff domestic was poleaxed' - when describing an accident will frequently go to navy speak! hope there's no accidents!
'are there any more cackleberries' - I like to have an egg or two with my lunch!
i love good clacker' - I enjoy a good crust of pastry on my chicken pie!
'boys it's time for a cup of chai' - let's have a cup of tea!
'standeasy - what time are we mustering' - take your time but what time are we meeting?!
'he mustered his kit' - my friend isn't feeling very well!
'alright to slip and proceed' - I'm sloping off without anyone knowing!
'what's for figgy duff' - dessert is a very important part of the meal!
'Herbert Thompson College of Knowledge' - Cardiff's unique educational establishment!
'the ships' leaving harbour' - kettle is boiling!
'loose lips sink ships' - keep quiet about secrets!
'hands across the sea, pals for ever' - I will be your mate for a long time!
'Sylvest - he had 40 medals on his chest' - he will break into song, make out as if you know what he's singing about!
'who's cleaning the heads' - toilets!
'You are having my trousers down' - you are poking fun at me and having a laugh on my account!
'going to the khazi' - going to the traps!
'scrobie dhobi' - going for a wash/shower!
'have you got any dhobi dust?' - have you got any washing powder for my dirty underwear?!
'did I tell you I used to be in the navy' - he will tell you constantly. Your reply should be, 'I didn't know you were in the navy'!
'he wasn't gay when I shagged him' - the gentleman I danced with wasn't homosexual!
'they've changed the programme' - he likes to keep to the procedures that have been set out!
'El Stump' - a good friend of his who struggles in the height department!
'individual wets' - do not make a cup of tea for your self!
'pass me a fanny' - navy speak for a cooking pot!

New Cycle Kit

2009-03-14T08:02:00.005Z

The sponsored Cycle Jersey for the C2C challenge has been designed. Thank you to our sponsors: kitdesigner.co.uk, Bassett and MacGregor Builders, Castell Howell and Morfa Bay Adventure, Pendine.

Dylan Petche of kitdesigner has promised that although the kit was only ordered 10 days ago it will arrive on Monday 16th March by 1000 hrs! No time to err!