The Fit One calls for television evidence to be introduced

Bigman was keen to get some more Mountain Bike miles under his belt before heading off for winter training camp in Lanzarote. The Fit One still has sick MTB and so it was agreed to stick to roadies. The plan was to repeat the route of last week over the Col du Cleish and down the North Face before turning into the wind and along to Crook of Devon before a carb stop at The Milkbar in Powmill.

After missing yesterday due to official Posse duties, The Fit One was clearly up for it. Climbing Townhill, he was like the proverbial bat out of hell, ripping up the road as if there was no tomorrow.

All the grit and salt on the roads is having a bad effect on the brakes of the Battaglin. On descending the North Face, Bigman had white knuckles as he gripped the brakes in an attempt to reduce his speed. Investing in new blocks looks like a sound investment.

The return over Mont VeKnockhill was interesting. So far, it had remained dry. As the posse reached the top of the climb, a big black mass of cloud was rolling in from the west. The temperature dropped, the wind grew, and pellets of rain fired into the face of the pair, and in an instant it was dark.

Fortunately, the Fit One was carrying his 79 pence flashing red light from Tesco to warn cars of the posse ahead.

As the pair approached the last rise, Bigman could sense a move in air, He kicked down whilst swerving slightly to miss a hole in the road. The Fit One was about to make his move and claimed a 'stewards enquiry'. It was not to be.

It was cold, it was wet, but it was character building.

And then it was onto the Sunday night fives. The dream team had The Fit One in goals, Ironman up front, Bigman at the heart of defence with Duracell playing a roving roll. Amidst some goals of the season, the dream team won the second half!