This makes me want to dig out my photos of Skye from the time I did my first Munro, Sgurr nan Eag, and later that day my fourth, the Inaccesible Pinnacle. Fortunately between the two I had learned to abseil, and less fortunately hung by my elbows over a significant drop on Sgurr Alasdair before clawing myself and the 150' of coiled rope on my back to safety.
It was a hell of a day, and big chunks of it were just shit scary- I wouldn't do that now.
So no cycling along the Cuillin Ridge, please.