Tour of The Highlands- Part 5

I awake early with a drouth.  Is it an accumulative effect from the last two days of endurance and exertion or is just from last night’s rather tasty Venison Burger at Ben Macduis washed down with three pints of San Miguel? Continue reading “Tour of The Highlands- Part 5”

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Do BCRs dream of electric bikes?

The Braes City Rouleurs collective knowledge around e-bikes extends to naughty Cyclocross riders, and spurious theories regarding Tour De France maillot jaune wearer, time trial/classics winner, and all-round BCR favourite, Fabian Cancellara. So when the guys at Edinburgh Bike Co-Op offered the opportunity of test-riding their electric bike range, the BCR boys absolutely jumped at the chance.
Could committed roadies be seduced by a bike with a button and a battery?
Continue reading “Do BCRs dream of electric bikes?”

Rolling with 8

ON THE BIKE

The cycling Gods have been against me so far this year. Due to an illness in Jan/Feb (much worse than just the normal man flu) and with all the crappy weather we have been experiencing, my motivation to get on the bike has been pretty poor. In preparation for being “match fit”, I took my CX apart to give it a good clean and soon discovered the hub was sounding like a tombola as Tank put it. £25 replaced and fitted the sealed unit. Continue reading “Rolling with 8”

Why I Cycle by Greg Ryan

This week we have a special treat for you.  Let us  introduce to you,  the amazingly creative world of our friend and creative raconteur Greg Ryan.

We asked Greg if he would like to do a little Q&A for us on his relationship with cycling and creativity. Next day the following article dropped in our Inbox.  Damn the Mo Fo’s prolific.  What resonated with this article and what we have really came to understand through the RIDE TO THE SUN and TOUR OF THE HIGHLANDS  is the WHY and not the HOW to, in cycling.

So without further-a-do, please enjoy….  Why I Cycle by Greg Ryan Continue reading “Why I Cycle by Greg Ryan”

Tour of The Highlands – Part 4

With  ‘Herman and the Hermits’ support band, ‘Fud and the Fuckwits’ trundling into the horizon, we can now relax. Play it as it lies, as we now head onto the next two climbs creatively titled on Strava; A839 climb 1 and A839 climb 2 . To the locals they are BH1 & BH2(Bloody Hard 1 & 2 by any chance?).  We are only starting to climb, but already I don’t think another change to FH1 & FH2 would be remiss, as we are brutally slapped by a 4-5 club wind on clearing the tree line.

Continue reading “Tour of The Highlands – Part 4”

Rolling with 4

THIS WEEK – Stu

On the Bike

If you’re the kind of chap who, like me, likes to get out on his bike regularly, the weathers been against us lately!

There’s been a few days’ window now and again but lately there’s been days on end of snow, ice, high winds, usually all at the same time!

I’m a bit wary of icy roads these days after earning a couple of broken ribs in 2016, going for it up the Snab Brae in Bo’ness! Continue reading “Rolling with 4”

Rolling with 3

THIS WEEK-Daz

On the bike

A couple of rides this week.  Both almost culminating in me puking.

First ride. Up Alpe D’huez on the BKOOL virtual simulator.  Quite a few bends on that eh? Got dizzy cycling in circles in ma man cave!!! Almost fell into the wardrobe at one point . I wonder if I did? would i come oot o it a cyclist? Still faking it till I make it(there) though.

The second ride was suffering in the pissing rain on a cold Saturday morning afternoon, with a belter of  hangover. ( I had tae pick up my van at Croy train station. 17 miles away.). All seemed liked a great plan the day before!!

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Tour of The Highlands – PART 3

Morning sun streams through the bathroom window,  casting a naked alien like shadow against the wall.  I’m stood in the bath tub and ready to shock my system with some cold exposure therapy i.e. an icy cold shower.

Five minutes earlier I had awoken, stock still and anxious to see how my body had recovered from yesterday’s exertions.  A quick body scan later and the news was good, not great…just good.  It doesn’t feel ma own. Aye, It’s stiff and aching, but it’s a good ache and it feels better, even a little bit stronger. Although that could still be the after effects of last nights Peroni’s right enough! Continue reading “Tour of The Highlands – PART 3”

Tour of The Highlands -Part 2

 

PART 2

Stu checks his “Well I’m fucked then, I’m banging oot 187BPM ” he blurts oot with sweat cascading fae his chin. Wish I had kept ma masterplan stoom now!  Anyway it has landed and he’s slowing. I don’t know whether it’s deliberate or psychosomatic.  Not wanting tae upset the climbing rhythm I’ve got going, I start tae slowly edge away fae him.  We turn a corner and the Lawers Dam comes into full view, but just as it does I see a photographer hunkered down beside a big rock, with a long range lens pointing doon the road towards us.  Fuck knows what happens, but a switch in ma head is flicked and I come over all Berty Contador. Springing up out the saddle, shifting up a few gears. In ma mind I’m like a gazelle, prancing across the Savanah. A vision of poetry in motion. In reality, nowhere near it, probably look more like Dan Martin, putting a fire out with his feet, whilst chewing a highland toffee! Never did see that photo. Continue reading “Tour of The Highlands -Part 2”

Tour of The Highlands – Part 1

Day 1 Part 1  INTRODUCTION  CLICK HERE

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It’s 5am on a Saturday at the end of May and we find ourselves in a Wig-Wam in the Trossachs.

My phone is playing a piano arpeggio. It’s cheesy but better than those needle to the eyeball beeps of the default alarm.

I bolt upright, Frankenstein like.

It’s here, day one of the Tour of the Highlands.

My hand pads the bed to find my phone.   I thumb the home button and stop the alarm.
It’s been a shit night’s sleep; tossing and turning all night long in this Wig-Wam/sauna. I am half-baked with excitement, half seared by the heat. I remember being fully compes mentis since four am. At least that is when the cockerel started cocka-doodle-f*****g-doing. Continue reading “Tour of The Highlands – Part 1”