And so the fog continued into Saturday. The start was delayed by 30 minutes in the hope the forecast ice may have cleared and the fog lifted. The frost had gone however the fog remained. To get the mountain bike miles under their metaphoric belt ( as opposed to the Calvin klein version) Bigman and The Ironman were riding their mountain bikes with The Fit One pace setting on his roadie.
In the words of the movie, the posse set off at a fast and furious pace climbing up through Wellwood and onwards up to Mont VeKnockhill. The Ironman has been suffering recently from a technical difficulty with his gears which have not yet been sorted and so he literally spun his way up Mont VeKnockhill. This led to a requirement to de-robe his waterproof trousers as the posse crested pass.
As he heaved up his waterproof jacket, a belt was displayed in all its full glory. A brown leather belt and mega metal buckle resembling something that Greengrass of 'Heartbeat' fame would have been very proud.
It is an understatement to say Bigman and The Fit One were bent double at the sight! Tears streaming down face moments followed. As we crash towards the end of the year, it is always going to be difficult for any new cycling incident to gatecrash the top 10 memories of the year however this one definitely goes straight in top 10 category.
Amazing
The race down the north side to Powmill was an anti-climax, each with an image of the Ironman dress style emblazoned in our minds.
At the climb up to Yetts of Muckart, the fog cleared and a brilliant day now showed the Ochils in all their splendour.Then it was down to the coffee shop in Dollar for a hot drink and carbing up.
The Fit One decided we should tackle the Coalsnaughton climb which certainly got the heart racing and then it was back through Saline and over to Gowkhall. All the chat was about the preparations for the Cape Epic which is less than 14 weeks away.
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