- Location
- Glasgow
... from Paisley ... well, for Rasmus and I from good old Glesga. That is in Scotland, you know?
You had probably gathered this by all the "och"'s in the thread title
Without further ado, here is a report of today's ride to Lochwinnoch: organized by Ianjmcd, followed through obstacles, adversities and slimy wet leaves by me, Rasmus, and Jazloc.
This cycling malarky is certainly a man's world, had to force my wee legs to keep up with the boys - as usual an effort in vain ... should I pedal any faster I'll get big thighs, so that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
I had set out at 7.20am, to meet about 15 miles away at 9.30.
Pleased to tell you that I made it by 9, had a lovely ride in the crispy semi-dark Glasgow morning. Once on the cycle path, I'd put on my music through the speakers of an old mobile in my jersey pocket, singing along at 5mph never met soul nor taxi till Paisley, the beginning of our ride.
Ian, perfect time keeping gentleman arrived a few minutes after me, then Rasmus, then Jaz fashionably almost on time.
I was under the illusion that once at the meeting point there would have been coffee
and the chance for a lady to use the powder room, alas this was not to be, nothing was opened.
I am a barista/ciclista after all, coffee is my fuel!
We reached destination about 10 miles later: maybe the early hour on a Sunday morning was the reason why we didn't encounter many cyclists, but why no sheep, cows and horses in the fields?
When I pointed out to Ian that we have more sheep in Glasgow than they have in Paisley he said I was mistaken. True enough, there was plenty on our way back, maybe they were having a long lye?
Sadly, Ian was not very interested in answering my inquisitive questions about local customs, because he was seriously engaged in racing Jaz: apparently the two of them got up to some amazing high speeds down the flat, wet, slippery slopes, but I cannot in truth report on that, as none stopped and turned back to show me their cycle computers.
Once on the shores of the Loch we did the usual: securing bikes, defrosting our noses ... Yes, finally, coffee!!
Stayed a couple of hours in the local caf, as one does after a 10 mile cycle, chatting about this and that, when it was pointed out that for a Sunday there really wasn't many cyclists about.
They must have heard us, 'cause a few minutes later the members of an over 60's cycling club appeared in the full glory of their Lycra padded tights.
I found it a serious oversight in Ian's organization skills that he did not think of arranging for reasonably fit members of an under 50's club to come to the cafe while we were there, but, hey, that's the way my cookie crumbled today
Time to set back, Rasmus and I took the cycle path back to Glasgow, Jaz riding back with us for a bit.
The rain stayed off, the chilly wind didn't.
Thank you Ian for a lovely day! Thank you Rasmus and Jaz for being great company
You can find more pictures here but I will end this report with a scenic view of the Loch - thanks for reading!
You had probably gathered this by all the "och"'s in the thread title
Without further ado, here is a report of today's ride to Lochwinnoch: organized by Ianjmcd, followed through obstacles, adversities and slimy wet leaves by me, Rasmus, and Jazloc.
This cycling malarky is certainly a man's world, had to force my wee legs to keep up with the boys - as usual an effort in vain ... should I pedal any faster I'll get big thighs, so that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
I had set out at 7.20am, to meet about 15 miles away at 9.30.
Pleased to tell you that I made it by 9, had a lovely ride in the crispy semi-dark Glasgow morning. Once on the cycle path, I'd put on my music through the speakers of an old mobile in my jersey pocket, singing along at 5mph never met soul nor taxi till Paisley, the beginning of our ride.
Ian, perfect time keeping gentleman arrived a few minutes after me, then Rasmus, then Jaz fashionably almost on time.
I was under the illusion that once at the meeting point there would have been coffee
and the chance for a lady to use the powder room, alas this was not to be, nothing was opened.I am a barista/ciclista after all, coffee is my fuel!
We reached destination about 10 miles later: maybe the early hour on a Sunday morning was the reason why we didn't encounter many cyclists, but why no sheep, cows and horses in the fields?
When I pointed out to Ian that we have more sheep in Glasgow than they have in Paisley he said I was mistaken. True enough, there was plenty on our way back, maybe they were having a long lye?
Sadly, Ian was not very interested in answering my inquisitive questions about local customs, because he was seriously engaged in racing Jaz: apparently the two of them got up to some amazing high speeds down the flat, wet, slippery slopes, but I cannot in truth report on that, as none stopped and turned back to show me their cycle computers.
Once on the shores of the Loch we did the usual: securing bikes, defrosting our noses ... Yes, finally, coffee!!
Stayed a couple of hours in the local caf, as one does after a 10 mile cycle, chatting about this and that, when it was pointed out that for a Sunday there really wasn't many cyclists about.
They must have heard us, 'cause a few minutes later the members of an over 60's cycling club appeared in the full glory of their Lycra padded tights.
I found it a serious oversight in Ian's organization skills that he did not think of arranging for reasonably fit members of an under 50's club to come to the cafe while we were there, but, hey, that's the way my cookie crumbled today
Time to set back, Rasmus and I took the cycle path back to Glasgow, Jaz riding back with us for a bit.
The rain stayed off, the chilly wind didn't.
Thank you Ian for a lovely day! Thank you Rasmus and Jaz for being great company
You can find more pictures here but I will end this report with a scenic view of the Loch - thanks for reading!
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I'm sure the Loch didn't mean it.
Brandane! I meant 10 miles for all of us from Paisley to the Loch.
