The heavens opened again as we set off this morning!!
Full Scottish Breakfast fuelled athletes set off in the 25 mph winds and torrential rain, the comforts of Ballacheulish echoing distantly in the Glens behind. Ahead, names scarce uttered beyond Renton Laidlaw's second reading of the classified football results - Scottish Isthmian league. Fort William, Drumnadrochit, Tain, Moray - onward and upwards to the shipping forecast.
Heads down and all thoughts of concerted efforts evaporated as the fallout left cyclists strewn from coast to coast!!
Oakley's empty promises of a distant cousin's 'Millionaire Shortcake' shortchanged as a financial offer of gain from Prince Abadawabeli from Central Swatszululand.
A choice! Esay urban cruising or adrenaline fuelled charge up 960 feet of ascent. Bravado won, as did pained lungs, but all 6 made the top for a deserved 35+ mph descent toward the north of Inverness.
John O'Groats pheromones filled gaping nostrils - none more gaping than BNUT and Oakley's - the pull drifting a 16.2 average over 120.5 miles - the last 18 testosterone enhanced after reaching the Hotel early.
Tomorrow the final assault. Warriors at last supper eager as Alexander's own army at the gates of Asia. We will conquer!!
