The screening was last night, after a penny-farthing race in the centre of town. Gary Fisher, Bill Savage and I raced together, and Gary nipped Bill at the line, after I lost the pedals and faded in the stretch. Gary took home a bottle of whisky for his trouble.
The race made the newspaper, where I was identified as "top American cyclist Charlie Kennedy."
We went for a ride near Ben Nevis yesterday, and perhaps I shouldn't have worn my thermal underwear under my jeans, which made for unccomfortable riding in the rain. Wonderful trails!
Gary and I got separated from the rest and wandered about for nearly an hour, while promoter Fraser Coupland sweated shillings and his friends gave him a hard time for bringing us 8000 miles and then losing us a few hours before the screening!