I don’t know why it’s taken me so long, but I realise now that I’ve battling in an ongoing internal conflict of bicycles vs bicycling.
Most of my work time awake is taken up with bicycles. Building bicycles, designing bicycles, talking to customers about bicycles, ordering parts for bicycles, staring at tubes of metal that will one day be a bicycle…. You get the idea. When I’m not working, I’m reading about bicycles, thinking about bicycles, looking on that there t’internet at bicycle stuff, watching bike racing stuff (well done Mr Millar on todays ride).
What I’m not doing is bicycling. I’ve not been cycling regularly now for way too long. I realised that I need to fix this. I can make a lot of excuses about not having time but I think I really need to make time.
So it was with this is mind that I cleared off at the weekend. I had a few projects that I was behind on that really needed finished but I decided I needed to bicycle. And it was a need. So I planned out a route and headed off on Friday to get some miles in.
Sometime around Friday afternoon I realised I didn’t have a rack for the bike I was taking (it’s got funky rack mounts to work with disk brakes so it needs a custom built rack, it seemed a good idea at the time but not 2 hours before I was about to head out!). So I gathered up some spare tubes and offcuts and quickly brazed up a rack. Not my finest work but it does the job.
Friday camp spot was just right. Nice fire pit and some quorn burgers on the fire.
Saturday was super hot and saw me heading over the hills from Pitlochry towards Loch Tay.
A long fire-road climb in really hot weather quickly reminded me how unfit I am right now. A singletrack descent from the top had me (cheerily) dodging (cheery!) ramblers and forgetting I was on a touring bike with 700x32c tyres and fully loaded panniers. A couple of hairy moments but fun.
Out towards Killin and another excellent camp spot by the river. No midges and some of Linda McCartneys best on the BBQ washed down with a can of Stella.
I took in some of the Etape Caledonia route and suffered the climb up past Schiehallion the next day. Somehow managing to avoid any of the rain I could see coming from some big heavy clouds. Quite often I would find myself riding wet roads and even though I could smell that ‘just rained’ aroma, I never actually got rained on for the whole trip.
Some brilliant weather all weekend and too many miles for my out of practice legs. I’m sure I did myself some physical good but more important was the a victory for bicycling in the bicycling vs bicycles battle.