if only ...................

It was a hot steamy night in the Kingdom of Fife and the Fit One was baying for the blood of The Bigman. He had read the news about the 14 stone bouncing up hills and felt this was his night. A 39 inside ring and a few climbs, the king of the mountains was there for the taking.

A mountainous route was chosen over the Col du Cleish and returning via Mont Veknockhill. The twosome would be joined by Junior II who is soon to have a another litle cyclist join his family. Who says Britain is not investing in the futute of cycling!

Their was much chat as the trio breezed up over Cleish. Seemed to be a popular night for fishing up by the loch on top of Cleish with many cars around at the carpark.

It was the return over Mont Veknockhill where the whiff of testorone was in the air. As the team approached the penultimate rise before the final climb to the summit, the Fit One moved to the front easing the pace up at a rate not easily identified. The Bigman tucked in on his wheel enjoying a bit of drafting. The Fit One sensed the strategic gaff and eased off the 'gas' in a non-chalont sort of way. As they arrived at the foot of the final climb, Junior II started to make his move. The Fit One was first to react sensing the danger, he kicked down. The Bigman ambled up along side and gave The Fit One 'The Eye'. The grimace was less obvious than the Ironman at the same spot however the grit and determination was equal. And then the accelaration dissipated with the immortal words 'if only ............ i was on the big cog'.

Bigman may be enjoying a period of supremacy in the climbing discipline however like the swallow in spring, it will pass. However, as the senior member of the group, he is enjoying the summer whilst it lasts!