{"id":1078,"date":"2015-07-22T11:19:36","date_gmt":"2015-07-22T11:19:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/paullferguson.dev\/?p=1078"},"modified":"2015-11-05T14:57:03","modified_gmt":"2015-11-05T14:57:03","slug":"the-longest-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/paullferguson.com\/the-longest-day\/","title":{"rendered":"The Longest Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

Week 10<\/b><\/p>\n

Twenty one and a half hours on a bike<\/h3>\n

The 5am alarm rang but I was already awake with a seance of dread for the task I has set myself; it was a daunting one. Anne and I had a small AirBnB booked and I had a day to get there, even traditional travel options like train wouldn’t get me there on time, so let’s try the bike. Besides I’ve always wanted to see how far I could go in a day.<\/p>\n

The island of Rab (original home of naturism thanks to King Edward VIII) passed fairly quickly as the sun rose but rounding the headland towards the ferry I finally after 2500 km met my nemesis, fully unleashed; a gale-force headwind. At first I laughed when I found myself in the lowest gear peddling down a 10% gradient hill hardly moving but it cost me the ferry I was aiming for. Glad it was still running the Rab to Stinice crossing was rough but gave me a chance to wolf some food down.<\/p>\n

The wind clocked in at 35 mph gusting 50 mph on the mainland, keeping the bike on the road was hard to say the least, using every muscle and all my whits like a boxer to weather each gust to keep upright. As it hammered down the hillside I roared back at it. The large road was empty thank god, but felt like a type rope. I stayed as close to the central line as possible but twice was blown off into the barriers, which guarded from the verge-less big drops. Exposed sections brought a primal fear, any speed was madness. Arriving at the Prizan to \u017digljen crossing I lay on a bench feeling battered by the hot wind, only for it to take one last swipe knocking me on to the deck.<\/p>\n