Beer, Whisky, Lamb Madras; cycling.

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Brandane

Legendary Member
When planning a Sunday morning cycle, it is probably not a good idea to prepare yourself for it by going out for "a quick pint" before dinner on Saturday. Chances are you are going to bump into people you haven't seen for a while and have several more pints. To conserve bladder space you will then revert to whisky; large ones. On your way home several hours later you will be tempted by the aroma from the local Indian restaurant, and whatever you had for eating in the house will wait for another time. On entering said Indian, a lamb madras will seem like a good idea to your slightly dulled taste buds. Even to my slightly dulled taste buds, that lamb madras was hot; very HOT :surrender:.

The result will be a most uncomfortable 10 minutes in the lavvy as soon as you wake up, and a strong sense of not being able to venture far from the house for the rest of Sunday...............
 

Dave 123

Legendary Member
Good work!
 

steve50

Disenchanted Member
Location
West Yorkshire
been there done that, the very thought of sitting on what amounts to a razor blade after parting with a fiery curry can bring tears to my eyes.
 
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Brandane

Legendary Member
I know the feeling,
the aroma from the Injun in BrigOWeir then the barbeque smell in Kilmacolm..
I now avoid these areas after 5pm..

First thing the next day you got the Madass and the possibilities of panic 'Help! Did I bring the tissues?'
One bend on a regular route of mine is christened 'Jaipuri Bend'.....
Never let it be said us Scots wimp out of bike rides because of the after effects of drink/curry. I am off to the land of Bobby Mhor to have a gander at that large floating apartment block, aka "Britannia" which is at the Greenock container terminal. Then I might head over to Dunoon and Rothesay (where I sometimes manage to get into bad company; being a former resident). I will be carrying some soft, chilled wipes - just in case!!
 

AndyRM

XOXO
Location
North Shields
Sounds like ideal preparation to me.

Once I got ready for a hundred and fifty miles using beer and various narcotics as fuel. After very little sleep I set off and got The Fear after about thirty miles. That was not a good day.
 

Bobby Mhor

Legendary Member
Location
Behind You
Never let it be said us Scots wimp out of bike rides because of the after effects of drink/curry. I am off to the land of Bobby Mhor to have a gander at that large floating apartment block, aka "Britannia" which is at the Greenock container terminal. Then I might head over to Dunoon and Rothesay (where I sometimes manage to get into bad company; being a former resident). I will be carrying some soft, chilled wipes - just in case!!
Enjoy your day..
I might just go the other way in case of poison gas clouds....
 
One can never get it right. You turn to mild and the kick is not there but you carry on with mild. Then in a moment of madness, you order the hottest dish. And the cycle repeat itself.
 

Globalti

Legendary Member
Caffeine has a natural stimulating effect on the bowel so add a cup of coffee to the mix and you'll be squirming outside that locked cafe loo door in some distress.
 

Levo-Lon

Guru
Good on ya mate..
there the best night's and only happen now and then.
i love bumping into old mates when out for a couple..

be a lot of out the saddle riding today i guess..:whistle:
 

Globalti

Legendary Member
When I put maltodextrin (pure carbohydrate) in my drink bottle I fart like a horse for a couple of hours after finishing the ride; poor Mrs Gti says the noise and the smell keep her awake. What can I do? Fit a cork and risk an explosion? I have sometimes thought about inventing an automatic bed trump extractor, made from a length of flexible duct attached to a pair of pants, with something quiet like a computer case fan at the end, activated by methane. However you wouldn't be able to turn over in bed.
 
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Brandane

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Never let it be said us Scots wimp out of bike rides because of the after effects of drink/curry. I am off to the land of Bobby Mhor to have a gander at that large floating apartment block, aka "Britannia" which is at the Greenock container terminal. Then I might head over to Dunoon and Rothesay (where I sometimes manage to get into bad company; being a former resident). I will be carrying some soft, chilled wipes - just in case!!
I managed to blow away the cobwebs by riding to Greenock via the long slog over Loch Thom, but then rain stopped play. A train ticket was bought, but by the time I got to Bishopton it had cleared up a bit. Off the train, and rode to Kilbirnie - by which time I had had enough of the headwind. So back on the train to Largs. 43 miles done, which is 43 miles more than I was expecting to do at 7.00 this morning!
 
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