Great ride review, Pat, and I am so so sorry that I was crap and never replied to your pm or arranged to meet. I've been floored with a heavy cold/sinus infection and was so unsure about doing the ride that I was literally attaching my number at 1035 on Sunday morning as I was rolling out of the Green. We were the very last to leave and the police had let the traffic start moving up the Saltmarket.
Anyway. My alarm was set for 8am, I had a bit of breakfast and left the house about half nine and rode up Paisley Road West, coughing and spluttering and unable to breathe. We got to the People's Palace and I spent the next half an hour fannying and dithering about actually doing the ride but when I looked around at some of the people there and the bikes they were riding I figured that if they could manage on a BSO then I could on a proper road bike. (Snob!).
I enjoyed it for the most part although did get very frustrated by the behaviour of a lot of people stopping in the middle of the road, undertaking on the left, swerving and weaving without looking or using hand signals etc. I only got off and pushed up one hill and that was the one just past the Avonbridge food stop because I lost momentum due to people stopping dead in front of me. Was it really that hilly though? I did tire towards the Avonbridge and Kirkliston stops but found it reasonably easy so it either wasn't hilly or I'm better than I think. Either way, it's really given me a massive confidence boost and means that I won't aim for pancake-flat routes in the future. I'm not sure if I'd do it again next year purely because of the numbers of people and the lack of common sense shown by a lot of them. We finally got to Murrayfield just before 5pm and that included the 45 minute queue at Avonbridge and the 45 minutes spent at Drumpellier and Kirkliston.
My highlights were chatting to a man wearing a Dulwich Paragon jersey, the small girl, maybe about 8 or 9, on a child sized Spesh with her own computer who was having a ball, the cake at Avonbridge, the nice man at the Pedal on Parliament (or whatever it was) tent at Murrayfield who was very enthusiatic about me writing on a postcard, the massage and copious amounts of tea and Tunnocks. There was also an announcement about a 4 year old child completing the entire route by themselves on a fixed bike with no help and an Italian boy with muscular dystrophy who was raising money for charity. Well done them!