Cycle Holidays, Ireland
Lambs, Calves, and Puppies On the Open Road Cycling in Ireland by Irene Middleman Thomas Ah, to be sure, it took me a trip to Ireland to learn that I was born a “masher.” John Heagney solemnly shook his head as he told me this and said that he too was a masher. John, the owner of Cycle Holidays Ireland, should know. Operating scores of cycle trips over the past eight years throughout the gloriously beautiful western coast of Ireland, John is an avid cyclist himself and knows a masher when he sees one. “A masher uses the high gears, but pedals slowly,” he explains. Good for the heart, but not for the knees. And so, on my Irish cycling tour, I learned how to spin and use the full range of gears. My knees, after five days of thirty-plus miles cycling per day, were grateful! Travel writers learn early on that ‘charming’ is a no-no John notes. word — overused, trite, etc. Yet that is the first and most As a nervous novice, I had decided to go on an organ - apt word that comes to mind when describing western ized tour with an experienced operator. I really had no idea Ireland. Tiny villages seemingly out of a children’s book, how many miles I would be able to ride every day, and I felt with clay-tile-roofed, yellow, red, green, and blue houses, secure knowing that Cycle Holidays Ireland would accom - narrow twisting lanes, and lace in every window. Pubs filled modate my needs. Our group contained all levels of ability with grandmas and grandpas in peaked hats, teens in and experience, however.
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