A Long Time In The Shed

After the last writings I have not even had the wheels back on my bike, this might go some way to confirming that the Strathpuffer 24 was indeed the hardest race in the World, so much so that even the thought of a 'wee ride' was right out of the question.
I have spent my summer months playing with my new toy...the sea.
Skimboarding (Google it if you don't now) and sailing have been my main distractions, but yesterday it all changed.
Moving the dusty bottles and gardening tools out of the way, I pulled the bikes of the wall mounted rack to asses the damage/rust/flat tyres etc.
After a bit of tinkering, a new tube in the rear and a good dose of GT85, we were ready to rock and roll.
Spinning down the main street of the village, I followed the coastal path for a few miles.
Passing by the old tank traps and look out posts at Dumbarnie Links, the sun was blazing down and the 'wind' was truly 'in my hair'. Accompanying the huge grin on my face my sunglasses and Buff were enjoying the kind of freedom they had not experienced for some months.
On to Elie, to the beach, where I snatched a few lazy moments in the sun, along with a drink and a snack before setting off back.
The return journey was made on the 'black stuff', which wasn't too bad but for a few over zealous ' White Van Men' cutting in on the corners, but that's the usual for any road isn't it?
Somehow getting out the 'old steed' just as the night are getting darker does seem a bit stupid but hey, I never did anything in the conventional way.
I'm off to shake the sand from my shoes...more soon.....

Tony Haresign
Mountain Biking Scotland
"Get Out of the Woods!"