Pit Stop

Sunny, but not overly hot, today was a perfect day for a bike ride.

Dusted off the bikes and shook off the cobwebs, squirted them with some WD40 and put some air in the tyres, then realised the bikes had shrunk. Or something. I'd mentioned before that Euan hadn't had much use out of his last bike, and today realised just how long it's been lying neglected in his Gran's shed. We had to extend the seat up as far as it would go and I'm still thinking it's a bit on the smallish side for him. Pity, as it's absolutely immaculate otherwise.

Anyhow, we headed off down to one of the nearby cycle paths that we have in abundance around here just now. It's a fairly flat route and again it was quite busy today - with walkers mostly - including the ubiquitous pram pushing, cigarette wielding muffin-topped monstrosity with two pit bulls in tow (unleashed). We both had to stop as one of the stupid mutts chased after us whilst the fag in mouth mother barked at her two weans to 'grab Tadge!, stoap um chasing the bikes!". Poor buggers (the weans and the dugs).

Headed off road for a bit - there's a good mix of tarmac and dirt track on this section of route 76 - as the track follows the River Forth for a bit then stopped here for a bit of a pit stop (well, it sounds like 'pit stop', doesn't it Euan..?) and to admire the views.

A final detour to the local Co-op for some juice a couple of Fab ice lollies (the ones with hundreds and thousands on them) and a wee seat in the local park before scaling the heights back home. You forget when you drive just how much of a lung busting hill we're on when you climb back up from river level.

Jelly legs and throbbing cheeks now, and Euan's fast asleep on the couch cuddling into his mum at 9pm. I won't be far behind, I'll be sore behind.