Before you all go thinking this is some kind of rant about yappy dogs, bad drivers or the colour yellow, I should qualify the title
What do you do when your way is blocked by cows :?
After a successful shakedown ride on the Wicked last weekend it was time to go for an all-dayer.
Setting the scene, I departed at 8:00 this morning the fog still hanging in the air (and soon my hair). Spent the next 2 hours going upwards and struggling to see anything (note to self, fog settles on glasses wipe to see direction of travel). eventually I rounded a corner only to discover someone had decided to grow some wild-looking beef in the middle of my fave trails. Faced with the decision of turning back or pressing on (hopefully to break through the fog on higher ground) I thanked my lucky stars I hadn't put on my red jersey, started mooing and gingerly approached the bovines (trying not to make eye contact). The experience was a success but not something I want to repeat – there were 15 of the big buggers on that path.
Thankfully the ride continued without further drama – the Fat chance didn't miss a beat – the sun burned off the fog and all was good in my world once again.
Pics below:

What do you do when your way is blocked by cows :?
After a successful shakedown ride on the Wicked last weekend it was time to go for an all-dayer.
Setting the scene, I departed at 8:00 this morning the fog still hanging in the air (and soon my hair). Spent the next 2 hours going upwards and struggling to see anything (note to self, fog settles on glasses wipe to see direction of travel). eventually I rounded a corner only to discover someone had decided to grow some wild-looking beef in the middle of my fave trails. Faced with the decision of turning back or pressing on (hopefully to break through the fog on higher ground) I thanked my lucky stars I hadn't put on my red jersey, started mooing and gingerly approached the bovines (trying not to make eye contact). The experience was a success but not something I want to repeat – there were 15 of the big buggers on that path.
Thankfully the ride continued without further drama – the Fat chance didn't miss a beat – the sun burned off the fog and all was good in my world once again.
Pics below: