For a little summary on our good friend Brian clink on this and you can get to know the little man a little better. Haha, sorry Bazza.
So, in my next post I'm going to tell you how Chester and I bumped into another cycling legend. This man hails from the wild and inhospitable mountains of Wales. This man has become a part of cycling folklore. He's left his mark on all the routes in more ways than one, he's seen sights that others can only experience through a cocktail of drugs, he's laid out picnic spreads that would shame 5 star michelin chefs, he's repaired a punctured tyre at just under 30 seconds, he's rode up mountains in 21st gear, he's done things with bicycle pumps that would make Graham Norton blush. This man, this monster of the mountains, this Welsh warlock of cogs and chains, this dynamo of Dyfed, this man is none other than Brian Barry.
Check this spot for the story of how our cycle paths crossed.
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