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”

In the beginning before God created House music..

…..he created The Braes City Rouleurs

Rouleurs and Readers,
Welcome to this, our first  Braes City Rouleurs blog.  Get yirself clipped in and jump on that metaphorical bike. This will be a short, and technical ‘stage race’ through the ages. It’s an inventive parkour. Easy on the legs, a little tougher on the brain.  Setting off from First Wheel City, through Computerville, right up to whence The Braes City Rouleurs came to roll (on) the Highlands, Islands and roads of bonnie Scotland.