Once again it’s been a quiet week or so at The Fatdog Broadcasting Corporation. With the temperatures steadfastly refusing to drop below the late teens FD has been somewhat reluctant to walk any distance and at any available opportunity heads off back to barracks for a bit more of a snooze. In the face of such demonstrative belligerence I’ve put off a return to the hills until the temperature drops a wee bit, which gives me a problem…what do I do to keep fit meantime? I’ve been doing my once a week circuit training class and could, I suppose, do a session on a spin bike…assuming I wanted to indulge in a coma-inducing exercise in chronic boredom. J has started going to a running class which she, most surprisingly, enjoys. I quite fancied that myself but I’ve been advised to avoid impact through the legs so that’s a non-starter.
However, I did solve the problem…I bought a bike; a bright, shiny, lime green mountain bike.
No…I have no intention of battering my way down narrow, rock strewn, mountain trails on what would very quickly become a crumpled heap of lime green scrap metal. No, no – I have decided on a much more sedate plan.
After years of travelling around what was the old Central Region looking after bridges, I am familiar with nearly every back road from Linlithgow to Tyndrum. That familiarity, coupled with a few years of blundering along estate tracks and forestry roads with The Fatdog on our way to the mountains, has provided the makings of a decent little database of little trafficked cycle routes.
As part of my research I bought a couple of mountain bike magazines. After a quick perusal I admit to being suitably scared. In days gone by these people would, quite rightly, have been hidden away in large, dark, Victorian buildings by their relatives, never again to scandalize society by their bizarre behaviour. I didn’t know bikes could be forced to carry out such atrocities. But, if you thought rattling down mountains on a two wheeled deathtrap was a perversion, my God, wait to you see the clothing! Here’s a sample, but be warned, the wearing of sunglasses is advisable. Mind you, given that my bike is lime green, the chances are that anything I wear is liable to cause a colour clash of Vivienne Westwood proportions!
Hooked on the colour extravaganza? Here’s a link to lots more.