- Location
- Glasgow
Wish I could fly, far away over mountains, high up over rivers.
Actually, no, not really: just wish I could ride up all the hills @Rasmus throws at me
In this instance I lost the struggle, still the reward for attempting it was spectacular.
It all started at Ibrox Stadium in Glasgow, home of the infamous (as in famously relegated to the third division from the first) Glasgow Rangers FC, on a chilly Sunday morning.
A fitting place to wait for @jazloc who is in(famous) in his own right: the phantom CC Ecosse ride organizer!
True to his fame he never appeared, instead Rasmus, @mr messy and @Telemark bringer of cake (the latter all the way from Edinburgh), glided along on their bikes smiling happily, ready to start our wee adventure.
The official meeting point was about 5 miles further.
I had a back road route all loaded up in my Garmin which was immediately discarded with raised brows by our intrepid spontaneously elected new leader: "let's go this way, it's faster" ... pointing at the motorway-like main road.
20 roundabouts later, 4.7 miles in total and a failed attempt on Mr. Messy's life by a dozing Sunday morning driver, here we are, at the Xcape Braehead car park, a hub of activities for all the family and so on, sadly also the place where Mr. Messy left his cheer behind, transformed, superhero like, in Magnatom for the rest of the outing.
A few pictures:
The intrepid leader
The bringer of cake
The road warrior
.... To be continued
Actually, no, not really: just wish I could ride up all the hills @Rasmus throws at me
In this instance I lost the struggle, still the reward for attempting it was spectacular.
It all started at Ibrox Stadium in Glasgow, home of the infamous (as in famously relegated to the third division from the first) Glasgow Rangers FC, on a chilly Sunday morning.
A fitting place to wait for @jazloc who is in(famous) in his own right: the phantom CC Ecosse ride organizer!
True to his fame he never appeared, instead Rasmus, @mr messy and @Telemark bringer of cake (the latter all the way from Edinburgh), glided along on their bikes smiling happily, ready to start our wee adventure.
The official meeting point was about 5 miles further.
I had a back road route all loaded up in my Garmin which was immediately discarded with raised brows by our intrepid spontaneously elected new leader: "let's go this way, it's faster" ... pointing at the motorway-like main road.
20 roundabouts later, 4.7 miles in total and a failed attempt on Mr. Messy's life by a dozing Sunday morning driver, here we are, at the Xcape Braehead car park, a hub of activities for all the family and so on, sadly also the place where Mr. Messy left his cheer behind, transformed, superhero like, in Magnatom for the rest of the outing.
A few pictures:
The intrepid leader
The bringer of cake
The road warrior
.... To be continued
, had spent the week putting the world to right and this was to be my seventh day for rest....sometimes even deities become mr grumpy 
.....hmmm maybe need to change my avatar....
(I bet the suspense is killing those who weren't 
I'm certainly waiting to hear about a hill worth climbing,do come on Pat
) I have started to associate country smells with hill gradients: in my experience, the stronger the smell, the steeper the hill that is awaiting the unguarded cyclist round the corner.
