I finally made it out to Carron Valley Mountainbike Trails yesterday, taking my brother along for the ride. Setting off a bit later than I’d wanted and dealing with very slow traffic on the Loch Lomond road, it took us about an hour to get over there. A little longer than I’d like it to be, but still not too big a haul for access to some custom built trails.
When we arrived the weather was perfect – dry and sunny with some broken cloud that would prevent it from getting too hot. Once I’d pulled the bikes out of the car – five years after buying it I’m still delighted that my Honda Jazz can swallow up a couple of bikes – and loading up pockets with bananas, cereal bars, and spare inner tubes, we set off up the forest roads.
Yesterday saw my first cycle of the year, after deciding that I’d sat out long enough through the cold weather of the past four months. Can’t say I picked the perfect time to make a comeback, as the day was littered with heavy showers and occasionally strong head winds.
I even got soaked by a particularly heavy shower as I made my way from the station to Paul’s house before we started. He at least made it worth my while by feeding me a toasted bagel when I got there – what a guy!
When Ade and Geo arrived and we hit the road, the clouds burst again and it was torrential rain for the first ten minutes or so. It was good to be out on the bike again despite the weather, though. It’s been a long time since I’ve rode in proper Scottish winter conditions and it really blew the cobwebs away. I make no secret of the fact I’m a fair-weather cyclist – unless there’s someone encouraging me to make the effort I just tend to wait until it’s dry at the very least.