- Location
- Glasgow
Ok, last chapter - BTW, Shaun told us to split long posts - it's on the read before you post thingmy.
So, yuppie we are in Luss, finally!
Here's the proof:
We go for a spot of dinner , well deserved, I must add. Bikes are resting:
They are joined by a friend (don't know if you can make out the Cube), are having a chat.
The rider of the Cube goes in ecstasy at the sight of MDB's racy job, they spend the next half hour comparing specs. Time for another fag, me thinks.
By the by, I asked the guy how come he knew straight away the racer way Doug's, not mine? I'm a devil, I know
Very diplomatically, he says "it's because of the shoes".
Aye, right, not because I'm a middle aged short legged lady that couldn't possibly
It turned out the rider was travelling from Perth (up up up north) to Wales, had to get there by today, to win a bet. We told him to join CChat and tell us all about his trip.
We then started back to attack the most sloping hill. I was dreading this bit of the return trip, as I had noticed the descend, said to myself, will I make it back up?
Glad to report I made it ... barely
After leaving MDB with lots of thank you and some kisses I reached home with no mishaps.
That was just under 68 miles for me, my previous one trip milage was 20.
Have this feeling I'll not be able to walk tomorrow, or the day after for that matter!
Signage on the Glasgow- Loch Lomond way was excellent, only went the wrong way once, because the sign was slightly bent.
Cycling paths once you leave Glasgow don't have any broken glass, I noticed.
Once back in the big smoke, I instantly switched into commuting mode, growling at the first black taxi crossing my way. The joys of city life!
Thanks for reading, I will leave you with some random pictures of the trip. Goodnight all!
So, yuppie we are in Luss, finally!
Here's the proof:
We go for a spot of dinner , well deserved, I must add. Bikes are resting:
They are joined by a friend (don't know if you can make out the Cube), are having a chat.
The rider of the Cube goes in ecstasy at the sight of MDB's racy job, they spend the next half hour comparing specs. Time for another fag, me thinks.
By the by, I asked the guy how come he knew straight away the racer way Doug's, not mine? I'm a devil, I know
Very diplomatically, he says "it's because of the shoes".
Aye, right, not because I'm a middle aged short legged lady that couldn't possibly
It turned out the rider was travelling from Perth (up up up north) to Wales, had to get there by today, to win a bet. We told him to join CChat and tell us all about his trip.
We then started back to attack the most sloping hill. I was dreading this bit of the return trip, as I had noticed the descend, said to myself, will I make it back up?
Glad to report I made it ... barely
After leaving MDB with lots of thank you and some kisses I reached home with no mishaps.
That was just under 68 miles for me, my previous one trip milage was 20.
Have this feeling I'll not be able to walk tomorrow, or the day after for that matter!
Signage on the Glasgow- Loch Lomond way was excellent, only went the wrong way once, because the sign was slightly bent.
Cycling paths once you leave Glasgow don't have any broken glass, I noticed.
Once back in the big smoke, I instantly switched into commuting mode, growling at the first black taxi crossing my way. The joys of city life!
Thanks for reading, I will leave you with some random pictures of the trip. Goodnight all!