Having been away to Center Parcs for the week with the wife, kids and mother-in-law I was eager to get back out on my “Proper” bike! I’d taken my hardtail with me and did a bit of cycling with Callum but I missed the real love of my life, my road bike! Having spent the week eating and drinking like a king I had a few calories to burn off!
Having sent a group message round last night to check on the forecast and gauge interest on a pedal I got a text back from Gilly saying that he was heading out with Alan McKee at 10am, yes I said Alan McKee, it wasn’t a typo! Still feeling tired from my so called relaxing break away and with my muscles aching from a weeks worth of different activities like, Archery, Fencing, Football and Tennis, I made the decision not to set my alarm and informed Gilly that if I was up in time I would be there, if not then obviously I wouldn’t!
Still feeling in holiday mode I sunk a couple of beers then headed to bed around midnight without setting my alarm, I’d let my body dictate whether I’d be out on the bike or not. 9:10am I awaken and ruled myself out of the pedal, I had looked out the window and it was calm with no rain falling from the skies. I then made the mistake of doing what I usually do when I first wake up, check my Facebook page, only for Gilly to spot that I was online and send me a message to see if I’d be joining him and Alan. Below you can see how the message transpired.
Sure enough Gilly phoned 5 mins later to confirm my attendance and assured me that the forecast was for light drizzle!
Not wanting to get on the wrong side of Gilly Zidane I dragged my sorry arse out of bed and got kitted up. As I opened the door to head out to the shed to collect my bike I was met with a downpour! “It’s just light drizzle“ he said! After a quick change from Gilet to waterproof jacket I grabbed my bike and headed over to Gilly’s in Hamilton.
On arriving at Gilly’s house I noticed that both he and Alan are in the garage, Alan had a problem with his front derailleur and in true McKee fashion he was standing holding the bike while someone else fixed it! Gilly duly fixed the derailleur and as we speak is still awaiting a thank you! I believe it’s in the post and we all know how good Royal Mail are at delivering items, so I’m figuring it’ll never arrive! Lol
With everything sorted we headed out in the light drizzle *cough *cough, to complete our very wet 37 miles! I’m not going to run through every turn and street we took as you can check the Garmin file below for all that.
One weird part was when we tackled the tough climb up Greenlees road where my Garmin showed the gradient as 0.4%! Now it was never 0.4% but strangely Gilly’s Garmin also had it registered as 0.4%!
I can honestly say that’s the worst downpour I’ve cycled in! It bounced off the ground from start to finish, oh except when I arrived back home and it decided to stop! The roads were covered in water with some flooding covering the full width of the road! The puddles were that big that I swear I saw Ian Hockey swimming in one of them!
Strangely despite being absolutely drenched, it was an enjoyable pedal. It was good to see Alan McKee out on the bike again even though he stole my role of wheel sucker forcing me to ride on the front on several occasions! You could hear Gilly singing, “Are you Stu Russell in disguise!”