Our final day here in BCN was another goodun. The shenanigans began with us playing a game to decide who’d win the GoPro, as each team was given one at the start of the trip. It was kind of a lucky
dip game with a winning ticket, so no chance of any rigging here. Of course, as luck would have it Fraser the filmer won it. We were all good sports but secretly jealous obviously. The weather gave us
a break and clouded over a bit which was a treat, allowing us to cruise about in relative comfort, although Matt was a bit bummed because his legs weren’t quite the level of mahogany he’d hoped for
by now. Leo started off the day in style by riding the unrideable as usual which is always a treat. I think today we rode about a hundred miles or there about, between more totally unbelievable street
spots. To be honest I’ve forgotten everything that happened, although I do recall having to jump the team who were obviously highly confident in my ability, and Leo jumped over a car which was cool.
The day ended with a savage hill climb up to the top of a big hill over looking BCN, a few beers and the worlds fastest and longest hill-bomb on the way back down. So much fun, though how we all
survived that I’ll never know.
Right now Matt is attempting to eat as many chicken nuggets in an hour as his medically diagnosed little tummy can hold. The hundred nug challenge could, by the rules, last all day, but we’ve been
busy, so instead we all chucked money in and took bets on how many he could handle in 60 minutes.
OK the results came in while I was typing this, the total for those interested, is about 48. Fraser just won this game too. What a jammy bastard. He might be clumsy and look like a tramp, but he sure is