THIS WEEK – Mark
On the Bike
Snow snow snow,
Tis the season to board, sledge and occasionally head out on the fat tyred mountain bike and see if you can stay upright while out doing the milk and bread bingo. Continue reading “Rolling with 7”
Snow snow snow,
Tis the season to board, sledge and occasionally head out on the fat tyred mountain bike and see if you can stay upright while out doing the milk and bread bingo. Continue reading “Rolling with 7” →
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” →
Day 1 Part 1 INTRODUCTION CLICK HERE
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” →
A Wee Burl in the Highlands is the story of The BCR’s participation in the Tour of the Highlands. A three day multi stage sportive that loops the Scottish highlands, tackling eight categorised climbs, four ski centres and two of the highest roads in Britain. Continue reading “Tour of The Highlands – Introduction” →