Sean Neville here. Today, the one and only Sean Neville has brought home yet another yellow jersey. This is no ordinary jersey however. This time he has won the White River yellow jersey home of the one and only Winnie the Pooh! Now I don't know if you know the story of Winnie? Well this is what you might have heard. Where did Winnie the Pooh come from?
The Origin of Winnie the Pooh:
During World War I, a lieutenant called Harry Colebourn bought a small female black bear cub for $20 from a hunter in White River. He named her 'Winnipeg', after his hometown of Winnipeg, or 'Winnie' for short.
Winnie became the mascot of his Brigade and went to Britain with the unit he was with. When he was posted to the battlefields of France, Colebourn, took Winnie to the London Zoo for a long loan. He formally presented the London Zoo with Winnie in December 1919 where he became a popular attraction and lived until 1934.
The bear was also very popular with Christopher Robin, son of author A.A. Milne. It was his favourite animal at the Zoo, and he often spent time inside the cage with it. The bear was Christopher Robin's inspiration for calling his own teddy bear Winnie.....
A.A. Milne started to write a series of books about Winnie the Pooh, his son Christopher Robin, and their friends in the 100-Acre-Wood.
This all sounds Great but it is my time as I am the White River yellow jersey winner. I am self proclaiming that I was involved with up coming of Winnie. You could say I'm a co-owner. First book I'll publish will be "Neville meets pooh".
I feel as though the boys and me are slowly losing our minds. I notice characteristics such as too much self-talk, rocking alone in the corners and Rusty talking with his new imaginary friend Jimmy. We have come to realize that singing helps with these mental breakdowns. One of us will lead and the others will finish. On this very day we were signing a knock off "Am I a man or a Muppet" from the new Muppets movie which we have not seen but have seen the YouTube video.
Scotty- Black window
Rusty- sloth
Sean- Orangatang
Ryan- The Ox
Here is our Version:
“Am I a man or am I an Oxxxxx, am i an man? If im an ox im a very manly ox!
“Am I a orangatangggggg or am I a man, am I a man. Well if I’m a man I’m an orangatang of a mannn , orangatang of a man”
“Am I a sloth or am I just lazy, am I just lazy? Well if I’m a sloth I’m a very lazy sloth, he’s a very lazy sloth.”
Maybe we are still losing it! (Sorry for wasting your time!)
We set up our camp under cover at the information center in Winnie the Pooh park. This was probably the best decision of our trip, as we got smashed with hurricane winds and monsoon rain. Here is what happened:
-3 AM: Scotty and Ryan’s tent cover was ripped off their tent, the sideways rain in there face. Ryan dazed got up to chase the cover but trip on his way out the door of their tent landing on Rusty and collapsing our tent.
-I couldn't tell if the lighting/thunder/hurricane or Ryan's earthquake snores that kept me up all night.
-The lightning would literally make it seem like someone was shining a spotlight right in our eyes.
The sun was shining this morning and thanks to the covered information center we weren't that wet and our hopes were high for the day. We pedaled through to Wawa as we were entering the town I was up front as usual. I heard the boys behind me laughing, cheering and high fiving. I looked back confused as they were celebrating like we had just made it to the Atlantic. Then I saw the SUBWAY sign! The humidity was crazy and all we wanted was a swim. We were scoping out a beautiful lake for a swim when out on nowhere a kid comes flying out of the trees on a rope swing! The water was unreal, just what we needed. Then came the massive black flies! As we climbed out of the water the black flies mauled us, owning us! What made this worst is my tire was flat. I never knew we could move the way we were, we looked like the string puppets being controlled by 5 year olds making as down some kind of funky chicken dance. I have never been more uncomfortable in my life. It was a record tire change time though!
Further into the Lake Superior provincial park the clouds got dark behind us. The biking gods were back for another round. I felt like I was in the movie "Twister" but instead of chasing the storm the storm was chasing us, instead of vehicles we had bikes. Scotty was screaming "unleash your furry biking gods" he shouldn't have said that, within second my spokes blew off of my back tire, Ryan's tire popped and buckets of rain poured over our heads.
We finally made it to the beautiful wet Catherine cove to set up camp and have our Hughy Mac special dinner, roasted chicken, French bread and veggies
Sean Neville
The Origin of Winnie the Pooh:
During World War I, a lieutenant called Harry Colebourn bought a small female black bear cub for $20 from a hunter in White River. He named her 'Winnipeg', after his hometown of Winnipeg, or 'Winnie' for short.
Winnie became the mascot of his Brigade and went to Britain with the unit he was with. When he was posted to the battlefields of France, Colebourn, took Winnie to the London Zoo for a long loan. He formally presented the London Zoo with Winnie in December 1919 where he became a popular attraction and lived until 1934.
The bear was also very popular with Christopher Robin, son of author A.A. Milne. It was his favourite animal at the Zoo, and he often spent time inside the cage with it. The bear was Christopher Robin's inspiration for calling his own teddy bear Winnie.....
A.A. Milne started to write a series of books about Winnie the Pooh, his son Christopher Robin, and their friends in the 100-Acre-Wood.
This all sounds Great but it is my time as I am the White River yellow jersey winner. I am self proclaiming that I was involved with up coming of Winnie. You could say I'm a co-owner. First book I'll publish will be "Neville meets pooh".
I feel as though the boys and me are slowly losing our minds. I notice characteristics such as too much self-talk, rocking alone in the corners and Rusty talking with his new imaginary friend Jimmy. We have come to realize that singing helps with these mental breakdowns. One of us will lead and the others will finish. On this very day we were signing a knock off "Am I a man or a Muppet" from the new Muppets movie which we have not seen but have seen the YouTube video.
Scotty- Black window
Rusty- sloth
Sean- Orangatang
Ryan- The Ox
Here is our Version:
“Am I a man or am I an Oxxxxx, am i an man? If im an ox im a very manly ox!
“Am I a orangatangggggg or am I a man, am I a man. Well if I’m a man I’m an orangatang of a mannn , orangatang of a man”
“Am I a sloth or am I just lazy, am I just lazy? Well if I’m a sloth I’m a very lazy sloth, he’s a very lazy sloth.”
Maybe we are still losing it! (Sorry for wasting your time!)
We set up our camp under cover at the information center in Winnie the Pooh park. This was probably the best decision of our trip, as we got smashed with hurricane winds and monsoon rain. Here is what happened:
-3 AM: Scotty and Ryan’s tent cover was ripped off their tent, the sideways rain in there face. Ryan dazed got up to chase the cover but trip on his way out the door of their tent landing on Rusty and collapsing our tent.
-I couldn't tell if the lighting/thunder/hurricane or Ryan's earthquake snores that kept me up all night.
-The lightning would literally make it seem like someone was shining a spotlight right in our eyes.
The sun was shining this morning and thanks to the covered information center we weren't that wet and our hopes were high for the day. We pedaled through to Wawa as we were entering the town I was up front as usual. I heard the boys behind me laughing, cheering and high fiving. I looked back confused as they were celebrating like we had just made it to the Atlantic. Then I saw the SUBWAY sign! The humidity was crazy and all we wanted was a swim. We were scoping out a beautiful lake for a swim when out on nowhere a kid comes flying out of the trees on a rope swing! The water was unreal, just what we needed. Then came the massive black flies! As we climbed out of the water the black flies mauled us, owning us! What made this worst is my tire was flat. I never knew we could move the way we were, we looked like the string puppets being controlled by 5 year olds making as down some kind of funky chicken dance. I have never been more uncomfortable in my life. It was a record tire change time though!
Further into the Lake Superior provincial park the clouds got dark behind us. The biking gods were back for another round. I felt like I was in the movie "Twister" but instead of chasing the storm the storm was chasing us, instead of vehicles we had bikes. Scotty was screaming "unleash your furry biking gods" he shouldn't have said that, within second my spokes blew off of my back tire, Ryan's tire popped and buckets of rain poured over our heads.
We finally made it to the beautiful wet Catherine cove to set up camp and have our Hughy Mac special dinner, roasted chicken, French bread and veggies
Sean Neville
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