It’s first thing in the morning. My right knee is ceasing up. I’m tired and not sure what route I’m taking and I’ve got to empty the toilet. The good news is that it’s not raining.
Up through Fife and onwards through Perth and Kinross. It was slow going at first until I hooked up with 2 guys, David 35 and Sean 45, who whizzed passed me whilst training for a half iron man challenge. I told them that down South we call that an “iron hoof” event. It was really difficult to keep up them as they were motoring but I tucked in and we flew. They were only doing 40 miles and were going for it. We hit a hill and Sean got 20 feet on me so I thought I would leave them but I looked back and David was 100 feet back so I stuck with them.
I went over the Bridge of Calley which had a small general store, not unlike the one from League of Gentleman – for local people. The guy running it was from South London. The sign by the bridge pointed toward the ski resort Glenshee. That could only mean one thing – big hills. There was a sign for Pitlochry where I recall playing what could only be described as mountain goat golf. It all spelt “hills”
Scotland is so beautiful as I went through the valleys. The screech of the birds of prey the occasional car and the roar of bikers were all that disturbed the peace. There were a lot of car clubs and I was passed by a parade of Citroen Diannes. There are loads of old sports cars here. They seem to love convertables from MGs to Lotus’s. The A93 is a great road for speed and they make the most of it. The climb up the Cairngorms was tough with long grind uphill followed by a 3/4 mile stretch of 1 in 8 up to Glen Shee.
We all met up at the top (ski lodge) and then Lesley and Jake rode down with me for the last 27 miles and Callum joined us for the last 15 miles passed Balmoral and on to Ballater.
We went through a small village and as I came in there was a marching band playing Amazing Grace on the bagpipes. Nice but how did they know we were coming?
A great day.