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Picture a man, going on a journey...
... he's left Fife...
--- and he's entered, the Exploding Explosif Zone!
Let's just say our ride started with a bang, within 50 yards of Velo's front door, Robmac's rim explodes... of course this being Loanheid on a Sunday morning, the only folk that poop their pants are the out of towners.
We nip back to Velo's for a spare rim, where Mikee inspects the damage and of course, you guessed it, it was a Specialized inner tube that let go. Re-wheeled and lycra drained, the four of us set of once more.
Velo's got some cracking singletrack starting literally minutes from his front door. First set of trails were really pretty dry, starting narrow and rooty, then the trees and the trail opened up a bit after crossing an old railway bridge (designed by the same guy who built the 2nd Dundee rail bridge). We worked our way up past Velo's work (a cracking commute) via a farm track and then some overgrown pavement and finally a bit of road. Nipping into the trees again, Rob's luck failed once more, with the Hawthorns deciding he hadn't had a shite enough ride yet.
So first proper stop of the day, food munched, bikes tried (mikee's 'dale felt smaller than it looked, and so come to think of it did Velo's Kona).
... more coming shortly ...
Picture a man, going on a journey...
... he's left Fife...
--- and he's entered, the Exploding Explosif Zone!
Let's just say our ride started with a bang, within 50 yards of Velo's front door, Robmac's rim explodes... of course this being Loanheid on a Sunday morning, the only folk that poop their pants are the out of towners.
We nip back to Velo's for a spare rim, where Mikee inspects the damage and of course, you guessed it, it was a Specialized inner tube that let go. Re-wheeled and lycra drained, the four of us set of once more.
Velo's got some cracking singletrack starting literally minutes from his front door. First set of trails were really pretty dry, starting narrow and rooty, then the trees and the trail opened up a bit after crossing an old railway bridge (designed by the same guy who built the 2nd Dundee rail bridge). We worked our way up past Velo's work (a cracking commute) via a farm track and then some overgrown pavement and finally a bit of road. Nipping into the trees again, Rob's luck failed once more, with the Hawthorns deciding he hadn't had a shite enough ride yet.
So first proper stop of the day, food munched, bikes tried (mikee's 'dale felt smaller than it looked, and so come to think of it did Velo's Kona).
... more coming shortly ...