Mid November. Ther ‘perfect’ time to be out on two wheels…
At least, that’s what the lads are telling me before we go – “I’ll be fine” they said, “It’ll be easy” they said.
What they didn’t say is that I’d have visibility all the time, or even that I’d have grip all the time either.
Bastards.
The Route
Apart from the occasional bit of ocular misandry where the glare was a nightmare, and a wee spot of semi submerged grit that was loosed termed a “road” by the locals (I think it was meant to be one, but there was bugger all grip) it was a decent day’s riding. Definitely worth putting the waterproofs on for.
If you’re in Girvan and fancy some decent chips, take a look at Graziano’s down by the harbour – the black puddin’ supper was a belter.