First off, a massive sorry for being a bit MIA on the socials lately. Life’s been full gas during the summer break and, honestly, the phone’s been the last thing on my mind (apart from checking the weather app for when the sun might ease up… it didn’t).
So, where to start?
Well, I packed up and left Ronda and have moved back to Huércal-Overa for a while to stay with my folks. It’s been a proper reset, and we’ve managed some brilliant family rides. My dad may not match me on the climbs these days (sorry, Dad 😅), but he absolutely motors on the flat — so I still had to stay sharp and honest whenever the road levelled out. No easy spins allowed!
Before I go any further, I just want to say a huge thank you to all the amazing people who helped me during my time in Ronda. You’ll always be close to my heart. You opened so many doors for me, gave your time, advice, and support — and every bit of it was gratefully received. I won’t forget it.
Training-wise, it’s been all systems go. I’ve been prepping hard for Jerez in August — and given it’s likely to be hotter than a freshly tarmac’d descent, I’ve been out there baking myself in the midday sun. Mad dogs and Englishmen, eh? 😅 Hydration tablets are now my best mates.
Now, for the next plot twist…
I’ve relocated again — this time to Córdoba! We’ve landed a lovely little place with a pool (essential, as it’s only about one degree cooler than the place we all think about when we’re suffering up a climb). I’m also now officially unemployed — which, on the plus side, means I’ve got loads of time to train and be a tourist in my new city. On the downside… it doesn’t exactly pay the bills. So if anyone out there is looking to employ a cyclist to cycle around in circles for a very healthy sum, I’m absolutely available. CV includes: climbing legs, questionable tan lines, and good chat on endurance rides
And finally — the big news!
I’ve had a chinwag with a team manager, survived a grueling test session that felt like an Olympic trial in a sauna, and guess what? I’m beyond pumped to announce that I’ll be sporting new colours come 2026 — and possibly sooner, if I can find my lucky socks! 👀 This opportunity is not just a new beginning but a chance to break my own limits and maybe even eat my weight in celebratory cake alongside some truly awesome teammates. So yes, brace yourselves for exciting times ahead, packed with potential and perhaps a few laughs, as I dive into a journey that promises to open a few new chapters (and probably a few snack wrappers). Keep your eyes peeled for more updates.
Thanks for sticking with me — normal posting will now resume, sweat permitting.
See you on the road,
Frankie x
Those cyclist tan lines, the ultimate fashion statement for dedicated riders, often tell a tale of sun-soaked hours spent pedaling like a caffeinated squirrel. The mismatched shades of skin scream, “I love my bike more than sunscreen!” as they reveal the hard work and devotion to the daily ritual of cycling, especially when the only thing hotter than July is the pavement under those tires. As cyclists cruise along picturesque trails or weave through the chaos of city traffic, they bask in the sun’s embrace, leaving behind ghostly white patches that declare, “Yes, I sweat for this!” These tan lines not only reflect the joy of cycling but also serve as a hilarious reminder of the friendship forged between cyclists and the great outdoors—because every ride is an adventure in personal growth, sunburn, and questionable tan lines that could make even a zebra blush!