Woke up feeling somewhat tired from the excesses of yesterday, not the fine selection of whiskey, but the pace we sped towards Inveraray. Bruising coming on nicely, 2 pairs of padded shorts were the order of the day.
After more of the usual faffing, this time caused by James buckled wheel which turned out to be a broken spoke we finally left Inveraray and a difficult day in the saddle ensued where every mound felt like a mountain all not helped by a strong head wind and rain all day.
During the trip, James cycling jacket has caused some confusion due to its resemblance to a wet suit. This was re-confirmed at the lunch stop by Loch Linnhe, where he was accosted by some walkers who thought he was a diver just emerging from the deep and thought he was truly mad. Who'd wear a short wet suit in a Scottish summer (in fact come to think of it which mad cyclists would wear a pair of shorts during the Scottish summer)?! Strangely they didn't question his legendary sartorial elegance, modelling the yellow workman's jacket...
Finally arrived wet and cold in time to get the wheel fixed at a local bike shop in Fort William.
The 100 miler day tomorrow. Perhaps 3 pairs of shorts?
3 comments:
Guys, you're doing brilliantly! Well done on finding the time and energy to keep up the blog - its great to hear your progress. Just as well you are doing a bit of cycling between eating all of that cake and those mars bars.....
Good luck with your final two days.
love Hilary & Martin x
Glad to see you're doing well. Not far to go now. The trip almost sounds like fun, but I'm glad you're doing it and not me. I'll get a very soft cushion for your chair at work.
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