Well chaps you missed a fine day oot at the St Andrews Bike Run on Saturday, though the 20 knot easterly made the last miles a bit gruelling.
Sun shone all day, between clouds, and a good pace was maintained, to the extent that we had to wait for the Balgedie Toll Tavern to start serving food, before refuelling. Arrived St Andrews at half three having left Edinburgh at 9.
Four and three quarter hours pedalling to cover the 68 miles, suggesting a 14.3mph average which I was happy enough with given the face wind, but then again I was on the road bike.
I'd intended to use Tufftrax 2, but the brakeblocks had the friction properties of year old parmesan (i.e. diamond like hardness), which I deemed unsafe for jousting with 1000 other cyclists on Queensferry Road as buses slashed past.
Here's a cameraphone panorama, with my mate Peter's Orange Evo O2 in the foreground and my Ribble behind it. Sadly the stunningly fit (in every sense of the word) blonde in the background is in low res.
That's not sexist, it's empowering.