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Column Six
Unfinished business Twelve months later, the effort begins again BY JOHN SWART
VOICE Correspondent
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Riders, make Haist! Drivers slowed to gawp last Thursday evening at the sight of two horses and their riders headed north, up Haist Street in Fonthill. Left, Tiffany rides Zelda, while Nikki pilots Inky. The duo departed from stables on Foss Road, and still had a fair piece to go. Their destination? The Tim Horton’s drive-through at the top of the hill. At this news, Inky deposited a large plop of poop on the sidewalk. “Don’t worry,” said Nikki to a woman holding a baby in the adjacent driveway. “I’ll come back for that.” The Voice neglected to ask whether Zelda and Inky would enjoy their own double-doubles, or possibly a Timbit or two. BOB LOBLAW PHOTO
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HE EMAIL ARRIVED, one year later, titled simply “unfinished business,” and everyone understood. A dozen of us had attempted the Highlander Cycle Tour the previous year, a 160 km tribute to masochism that includes 2000 metres of climbing as it winds through New York’s Finger Lakes ski and wine country. We didn’t complete it. After 110 kms, the group, standing shoulder-to-shoulder, much like Captain Bligh’s crew, informed me that if I wanted to do the whole 160 kms, I’d be doing them alone. We’d started too late in the morning, we’d had flats, the rain was frigid, the climbs were tough, and we’d gotten lost, forcing us to climb the same four kilometer-long hill twice. “I was a geography major, follow me,” I recall someone had said. See COLUMN SIX back page