I'd put some pics up , but fudbucket is being a , err Fudd and me iPads got Alzheimer's
An entertaining day guys , we met up at the wee carpark at portmoak , 5 of us turned up for the robmacretro memorial run , just as well really as the wee carpark at portmoak was just that , wee , dads got a new motor too well smart , KTM Orange too
10 o'clock start said Keith , anyway 11 o'clock he turns up and off we go , a relitavley incident free first couple of miles till I swapped bikes with Keith , this must of jogged his sieve like memory that most of the control fasteners were loose so thus ensued 5 mins of spannering , unfortunatley he'd forgotten the scaffold pole to undo the seat q'r so I could lower the seat , but we ( the five of us ) soon had it sorted and were on our way , the traffic got a bit thicker as we neared burliegh sands we passed a family group , out on a nice family day out , 6/7 yr old boy on a generalized bike , teenage girl on the mobile ,mum with the black lab on a wizzy lead , looking slightly annoyed about something ( menstration probably) dad hands rammed deep in pockets , pissed off looking and staring enviously at our bikes , then at the back a good 20 or so feet behind was a 5/6 yr old girl , greeting , looked like a good day out .
So next Jimmy savil took us round the ggolf course then got us lost , well he was lost but we soon escaped the wankerland that is Kinross ggolf club , and off to a coffee ( and cake ) stop , tea coffee and scooons were consumed then Kieth then went and paid for it all ( note to Kieth , next time tell us your paying for it , I'd have had the fillet steak and a couple of bottles of Chablis if I'd known )
So off back to the loch side and peddling of into the rain and midge infested west quarter of the loch , where we cycled past a jogger , she was very nice and moving at a fair pace , it was here that saville slowed down to the point that she was catching us re passing dad and homing in on the rest of us , get a move on I shout ,and saville mutters summat about it being his wife , dillusional I tell ya
Anyway we stopped at the next shelter to get out of the rain for a wee bit and the banter turned to blowing things up and rock rolling , many giggles
It was about this point that dad claimed that our wee group never took the piss about fitness , it was then pointed out that most piss taking was related to various folks sexual preferences , couldn't argue that
And on to vane farm then the look out point where clubby took the above pic
Not much happened after that till Keith lent on a fence and it gave way , I've seen him do this many times , he always wins , if fence leaning was an Olympic sport , he'd be a gold medal winner , top work big fella
About 5 minutes later a wee wee break was requested , whereupon the subject of banter turned to a local bike shop owner , the bandit , it was agreed he was an arsehole
Back to the wee carpark at portmoak
I'd bought rob a box of tic-tacs for his birthday , a hundred of them but I took 40 out , bit like birthday candles , he seemed quite chuffed with them
Next we gave the auld fella his birthday bumps , we got to 17 then called it a day , knackered we sat down and got our breath back
Happy birthday dad here's to the next one