Sun shone. Got a pass out so headed west.
Lots of tourist traffic. On four wheels and 2 from Germany. Plus the obligatory fuckwit racers who insist on making the overtake in groups of 4 on a left handed bend up Loch Lomond side. Or blitzing down the A82 at warp speed and cutting everyone up as they make a short dash then pull up to compare notes with their mates.
I enjoyed a wee bimble in the sun to blow the cobwebs away through Arrochar, Oban, Glencoe, Lochearn, Glen Devon. Almost 300 miles.
I felt sorry for the cycling hordes who were on some big run from east to west over Ranoch Moor. And why is it that motorists think they don't have to hold back behind a bicycle and just push through 3 abreast. Bastards.
Lots of tourist traffic. On four wheels and 2 from Germany. Plus the obligatory fuckwit racers who insist on making the overtake in groups of 4 on a left handed bend up Loch Lomond side. Or blitzing down the A82 at warp speed and cutting everyone up as they make a short dash then pull up to compare notes with their mates.
I enjoyed a wee bimble in the sun to blow the cobwebs away through Arrochar, Oban, Glencoe, Lochearn, Glen Devon. Almost 300 miles.
I felt sorry for the cycling hordes who were on some big run from east to west over Ranoch Moor. And why is it that motorists think they don't have to hold back behind a bicycle and just push through 3 abreast. Bastards.
