A 30 mile Rough Stuff ride on a 60+ year old hub geared Dawes Windrush in the Scottish Highlands - like we used to before mtbs were invented. What could go wrong?
Best done on a proper mountain bike, but far more fun this way.
Jamie took his Long Haul Trucker which was a more sensible idea.
Indecision after fuelling up at Rothiemurchus. (Maybe next time and we'd start from the other end.)
No, we weren't tempted in the least by the bridge 50m further along.
Oh alright...
More temptation...
Jame zigging over zigzag's bridge (where he famously zagged). Shit, it's a long way down to where he landed.
We were lazy and took the low path to avoid the climb. It was bloody hard work on skinny tyres because of the loose conditions and lumpy rocks.
Jamie making a splash. Look at his bars, he nearly made a big one.
We had a wee stop here and debated whether we should go on. The sky was black, there was a strong wind, and liquid sunshine was imminent.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, and we only needed one wee slip to get wet anyway.
And we made it to Loch Einich. We parked our bikes against this cairn.
There's no inscription, but we figured it must be the grave of the Unknown eBiker who perished there when his battery went flat.
The weather was still looking threatening so we didn't hang around for longer than refuelling on Mars bars.
This will forever be known as One Dab Creek, eh Jamie?
What cyclist obeys Cyclists Must Dismount rules?
We decided to not be lazy and take the high route on the way back. Traction on the climb with skinny tyres was a wee problem. (Actually traction for shoes pushing up was a problem too)
But high routes always pay off with the views.
The return journey was done much faster than the way out. An onlooker would have been impressed by our Mars Bar enhanced speed and superb athleticism. It had nothing to do with the downward gradient and helpful tail wind, oh no.
So how did a 60 year old bike hold up? In places I was rattling so much I had double vision and only a slight idea of where the track was and I was just hanging in hope. My only concern was braking - skinny tyres on the loose surfaces meant skids and washouts, but the bike always righted itself. Ancient road bike brakes are no patch even on the much maligned canti brake, so at least I had the solace of knowing I had less chance of OTBs.
In short the bike could be trusted to get me through anywhere I pointed it.
And as for "What could go wrong?" - nothing, no rattles, nothing loose, wheels still straight. This could be addictive.
So lads, find yourself a vintage British production bike from the 1950s (they have clearance for decent size tyres), and have some dirt cheap fun.