Ironman knocked out by fly weight ............

Today was going to be a tale of two teams. Santiago is suffering from muscle problems in his right leg and is cycling with one leg bending out as well as round. The team suspect this is the body unconsciously trying to protect the muscle from further damage. Each stage had someone cycling alongside to encourage him along the journey. It is never easy to be out with a reasonably fit group when you are feeling less than 100%. It just serves to re-enforce your lack of match fitness.

After the battle of the bumble bee last week, and extending the analogy of boxing ( poor journalism I know - ed), The Ironman had a run in with a fly. Or rather the fly ran in to him as they scooted down Mont VeKnockhill. It stopped him in his tracks until Mr Fly was delicately removed and full vision was restored. The five colourful cyclists had heads turning as they breezed past the pretty busy Powmill cafe. Today they had miles to be covered before they were rewarded with carbs.

Santiago's injury did not stop him from breaking from the pack to create a breakaway as they approached the high point on the road to Milnathort. The peleton was cruising at 21 mph into the wind and so he had some mettle to make the break for it. It was not long before the team had him wound back into the pack.

Loch Leven's Larder is a great spot and even better on a fine summer's day. The Bigman had dressed for winter after yesterday's frost bite episode. It was lovely to sit outside and feel the heat through his thermal longjohns. He suspects others may have a different perspective.

Cleish is looking magnificent with purple wild rhodedendrum bushes in full flower against the green grassy background. The hill has enough elevation to make you take your time to enjoy it.

On the run down to Dunfie, a new strategy was deployed by the Bigman at the unofficial racepoint. As in the indoor championships, he was keeping the pace leisurely to counter the sprint capability of the Fit One. In a moment of slack concentration, the Fit One drifted to the front. He knew that this was a mistake for which 'the piper would have to be paid'. With the scent of defeat drifting through air, manfully, he picked up the pace with vigour. However, on this particular day, the pace was not enough. The Ironman was chasing to spectate the end of the race and had a good view from behind.

The piper was paid in full, Bigman claimed the prize.