GabyVerse by Maddy Bell
From nine to eleven is two hours in the real world but on race days time runs differently, the first hour and a half lasts ten minutes while that last half hour is at least four hours long. The exception is of course the last five minutes; they last about 30 seconds. And so it was this morning; I tried reading, German lit homework would you believe, but I couldn't concentrate on it or anything else.
The dining room was surprisingly quiet, not even all the Sunday squad were in attendance, Caro and Steve didn't turn up until I was well into my chicken and wedges. Something has obviously gone down today, something not good, maybe someone's had an accident?
Bus Ride to Sheffield.
I was debating whether to go back for arm warmers when Steve joined us after breakfast next morning.
“I hope you lot are ready for a good leg stretch.”
There were a few mumbled replies vaguely supporting the notion.
Well it wasn't as outrageously bad as the night before, Jess was to be the centre of attraction this evening after all. Still I could've done without looking like a reject from Fame although I was thankful that it did a thorough job of offering a smoke screen as to my identity. Manda was also suitably toned down leaving Jess to dominate our threesome. We set off to eat - I am so not missing the pie tonight!
Chapter *34*Change of Focus
Jess fetched herself a drink while Mand and I tackled the salad.
So what first? Explore or food, my decision was pretty much made for me by Mand.
Chapter *32*Canned Heat
The following morning's ride was pretty straightforward, no specific aims, no special requirements. Despite that it was a much more disciplined affair than when we started last week, we formed up into a rotation without prompting, no one trying to burst the pack or shying from their turn. That's not to say it wasn't a hard ride, we headed across to Glossop before turning south over some fairly tough climbs to Chapel en le Frith before heading back towards Manchester.
Chapter *31*Pattern Break
Tuesday was back to the daily formula of ride, lunch, lecture, gym that we've so easily got used to. It was after dinner that our (tor) mentors threw the proverbial spanner into what we expected.
Chapter *30*Pounding the Streets
Chapter *29*Ticking Off
"Get that luv." Gran prompted, the house phone had started ringing as she opened the door.
I grabbed the phone and on reflex answered, "Bond Residenz, Gaby sprechen."
I was vaguely aware of a car parking nearby as Mand and I had our short exchange.
“Come on you two, Caroline will have my guts for garters if you get colds.”
No Mans Heath
“Urgh, I hate six o'clock,” Mand complained.
“It's ten past,” I declared .
“I hate ten past six.”
The Secret's Out
Boys are from Venus?
"I guess that answers that one," Gran observed.
Battle on the Boards
“Just you two?” Mrs R enquired.
“So what do you think its gonna be like?” Hel asked.
“Dunno really.” Bern had started the current line of discussion, my summer with BC.
It really isn't that far back to the Peters place from Bern's and given the attack on Helen not so long ago it probably wouldn't be the wisest thing to walk, by myself, at silly o'clock in the morning. Besides my current garb is not exactly warm and there was a distinct cold draught when Julie left a few minutes ago.
Who's The Mommy?
"So," Julie started after checking Bern over, "everything seems to be in order, baby's not quite ready to make an appearance but I don't think we'll be long."
I'm not sure what I expected; some shaven headed lag with LOVE HATE tattooed across the knuckles perhaps. The reality of course is that Bern was just Bern, bigger of course, junior isn't far off making an appearance, but Bern nevertheless.
Jess' routine wasn't long, maybe five minutes, forming just one part of a fifteen minute routine involving several other skaters. It was meant to be fun but even so she managed to include some pretty technical and intricate moves including a tricky blade walk that left me in awe of her skills. Despite what she'd said earlier there is just no way I could ever do stuff like that.
Slip Sliding Today
The bus pulled away from Bolsover market place with Em still goldfishing.
Whilst a ride this morning was pretty much obligatory, I reckon that last night's exertions let me off from anything too strenuous. There's a nice little loop up to Clowne so I headed out up the S ixty towards Cuckney where I took the A616 towards Creswell. The road bobbles about a bit before dropping down the ‘Mad Mile' to the village; even at stupid o'clock in the morning they're doing their best to kill themselves with dodgy overtaking and too high speed. Some have clearly succeeded judging by the collection of mini shrines along the verge.
Clicking Back In
Not In H&M
Not that a wee is a bad thing but it wasn't high on my priority list, still if the girls need a lav who am I to delay things. Although Warsop College has broken for the summer, the same is not true for Nottingham so the number of teens on the streets was pretty low. One thing though which marked my friends out from those that were about was their conservative dress.
I've no idea what time I dropped off and to be honest I was still feeling quite maudlin when I thumped the stop button on my alarm a little after six Monday morning. With the sun streaming in through a gap in the curtains there was no reason not to go training and a good ride would work wonders in sorting my head out. I wasn't the first up this morning though, by the sounds of it, Uncle John was getting ready for work downstairs.
The silly old moo had pulled into the middle of the road, which left me a narrow gap kerbside to head for. There was no time to think about it, flick to the right, hold on tight, BANG! That's her mirror gone. I hadn't even finished passing her before an even loader noise rent the air. Instinctively I hopped onto the pavement and anchored to a slightly panicked halt.
Drew and the Half-Term Break
Chapter 20 Jasper Conrad
A Gaby Fan-Fiction
The trip to France had been brilliant, Dave and Josef hit it off and the pair of them ha d spent both evenings in the hotel bar, Drew occupied himself by wheedling his way into the Tour ‘enclosure' a couple of kilometres along the road . The second day of their visit was a mountain time trial back up the Tourmalet so it was a rare 2-night stop for the caravan.
Rooms and luggage sorted out, it was time for some action.
"So, a couple of hours in the city then back to the Messe to register?" I confirmed.
"Sounds good." Steffi agreed.
" Let's do it!" Anna enthused.
Dance, Dance, Dance
The end of term dance, not something you can miss but it's a bit weird too as some people won't be back after the summer, moving on to college or different schools, some even starting work. All my friends will be back but there are people I know who won't so this could be the last time our paths cross.
“Change of plan for tomorrow.” Dad offered as we slipped onto the autobahn.
“Well I've been asked if you pair would ride the two-up rather than the solo event.”
Model For A Day
"So what exactly are we doing?" I pretty much huffed as we stood on a windswept platform in Dusseldorf Hauptbahnhof.
"Shopping, I did tell you – you didn't have to come."
Ip Dip You're It
"Er hi Mad."
Yup, I decided to bite the bullet.