Gone with the wind ............

After a brief soujourn to Glasgow for a business meeting the Bigman was keen to blow the industrial cobwebs from his hair and turn the pedals for the first time since the monsoon season started in Scotland, at some point during the Highland Adventure ( actually just when the Ironman joined us. Is he the rainmaker? Discuss.) After providing unsupportive feedback to Mrs Bigman that he would not be allowed to leave his grass so long, we were out on the road faster than you can say 'here is the lawnmower'. After mounting the Cleish ( the fastest it has ever been climbed on a Monday in May since records began) we dropped down to Cleish village where we decided to extend the ride by about 10 miles as were going sooooo fast. On the straight we opened the legs and put the head down and went for it. Heart pumping, lungs bursting, legs like pistons, there was not enough oxygen for both athletes to use the same space. This felt good.

The wind was not our friend. The Ironman commented that we must having been moving faster than the wind as no matter which direction we travelled we had a headwind. This happens when you cycle with The Ironman.

Luckily I had the Madone out as it was nice and sunny however I did go through a puddle and put a splodge on the frame. It has now been removed. The Madone breezed through the wind over dell and dale. What a lovely machine. It's not about the rider........... it's all about the bike.