Galactic Log Saturday 19th June
A fine day with the sun blazing in the sky but a howling wing straight out of the North east fresh from the North Sea.
A bit of a social outing planned today with Duracell, Ever Ready (spouse of Duracell) The Wee Yin,and Myself (Bigman).
The target was to enjoy fine summer sun, babbling brooks, and go insearch of Scotland's finest glens.
We did not have to travel far before enjoying some superb views towards the Wallace Monument at Stirling from eh top of Mont VeKnockhill. Next it was up to Yetts of Muchart and through Scotland's secret glen and passed the former residence of Hercules , the performing bear. Neither Wee Yin not Ever Ready had cycled this way before and found the the scenery took their breath away. The steady ascent played its role in also taking their breath away. In no time the crest was crossed an the four mile downhill into Dunning commenced.
The Dunning locals were up and around as the tractors abandoned randomly strewn across the main street, engines still running, whilst their owners went into the corner shop to buy the rolls and papers.
It was abreeze along the flats to Auchterarder as vintage cars sped passed tooting their horns in respect for the Dawes.
Cafe Krista beckoned but not before ascending The Lang Town, and it is not an inappropriate name! The climb goes on and on.
Some carbing up on pancakes, streaky bacon, topped with maple syrup was the popular choice to carry the posse up Glen Devon.
The Police and Army Cadets were out in force to ensure the Posse made a safe exit from Auchterarder. There was also a parade taking place and they benefited from the extra security brought out for the posse.
The climb up Glen Devon was a breeze. Well actually the North East breeze carried the posse up no problem and would carry us home. At eh head of the climb there were some road works. Being of a generous nature to fellow road users, Bigman was keen to way through cars to avoid delaying them through the single track. What he did not notice was the impending traffic lights and Duracell correctly and appropriately moving out. He slammed on his brakes to avoid a collision. Now disk brakes on the Trek are very effective and the bike stopped in an instant .......... but Bigman did not. I flipped over the handlebars conscious of the bike now being between me and the Sky....... not a normal riding position and landed with a thump. Only pride was injured and we were soon back on our way.
On passing the Milk Bar at Powmill, an ice lolly was required to carry us up and over Mont VeKnockhill
A great day out in blazing sun and and a cumulative 332 km nearer the beginning of our journey.
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