So, after a sunny start (for the first 30 foot), we turned right at a roundabout and hit the after-effects of Hurricane Igor!!! After peddling for 15 minutes uphill and not moving anywhere, we decided to put some effort in and completed our first mile when it was dark!
We have come to the conclusion that, whilst English rain is very wet, Scottish rain actually hurts! We were cycling at an sideways angle of 30 degrees with our left eyes shut and the left side of our face stuck (worryingly so) in a sort of painful grimace as we braced ourselves against Scotland's finest autumnal weather!
Frosty nearly crashed his bike in amazement as he saw some old boy walking up the high st, in howling gales and rain, with inly a pair of joggers and a t-shirt on!!!
Aye, the breed 'em hardy up herel
Dave's hands now resemble rigid claws and he had to have them prised from his handlebars by a pleasant burberry-sporting local with a crowbar. Frosty, meanwhile, was blessing his decision to take waterproofs. Although he was bemused as to how he could overtake Dave.....downhill.....while braking ("something isn't right here!!").
DISASTER!!!!!
As we started to defrost coming into Cambuslang, Frosty felt his knee ache and then..POW!...he couldn't bend it. Bugger! After some roadside osteopathy, we felt it was better to call it a day and take the train back to Stirling for some home comforts and R&R. All in all, we will see how his knee recovers. We are, effectively, 2 days ahead of schedule, so we may take what we need to let his knee recouperate. Watch this space.....
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