Stepping to St. Andrews
I had an errand to do in fife so I took the opportunity to have a mooch around the Kingdom of Fife (which sound like some Disney thing, filled with princess and broken wishes)… Either way I had to head to Kelty, and I asked Step if he fancied a wee run outside of the city for a bit.
Jaunt Oot Wi John
After work, I went out for a wee jaunt with John – nothing too serious – just a bit of back road bashing
Stepping out wi Step
So today was a bit unusual as I’ve been riding for just over a year and I got to actually do something worthwhile instead off back road bashing – I got to take someone out on their first ride.
Don’t Crash
Yup. That’s pretty much it. It hurts, so is best avoided.
Off Oot to Troon
One Tuesday an agreement was made to head out after work for a wee ride out.
How the hell was I supposed to know that meant a dozen folk and a round trip of about 150 miles? I got lucky though as my wife had decided she was happy making her own dinner that evening.
Cunting it to Cumbria
3 months since the impromptu flying lesson – the ribs are healed (generally), but the collar bone is still a little squiffy – it was time to see if I can do more than just short trips. Turns out that meant a wee jaunt to the Lake district over the course of an incredible day. Oh yes. The day started by blasting down the side of the M74, using the A roads to Ecclefechan, then through Gretna (Chris and Graham wanted to stop and do something involving an anvil, but we were on a schedule) and further south still to the Greggs in Cockermouth. One we had refuelled in Cockermouth, we header further South, deeper into the English ‘wilderness’ until…
Peregrination to Peebles
’twas a Friday afternoon and one of the lads suggested a wee jaunt out to get me to “ride it” again, I said it was unlikely to happen in one shot, but it’s worth the go anyway.
Crashy McCrashy Rides Again
A.K.A. “Watch out – potential unintended collateral damage”
West Lothian. 68 days post failed flying lesson. About as broken as I was in January.
I’m back. Kinda… If a bike could limp, mine would.
Cowped at Craigdarroch
Okay, so first thing is first.
I realise that there may be several people from my work who will see this post and website on account of what’s been going on -this website is a personal one and does not reflect the views of my employer or colleagues. There is bad language, mockery and a small amount of abuse here – it’s all tongue in cheek and those who know me, know it’s meant with a certain level of affection and not to be taken seriously.
Trouncing the Trossachs
Scotland.
Late January.
Temperatures in low, single digits.
Fair weather though, and it’s not freezing overnight – does that sound like a good time to go out for a ride in rural Scotland on some of the more treacherous roads out there?