The sun was splitting the skies when I left the house today, and it stayed that way all day, although this was to have its drawbacks later on.
The Two Stairs section was fast and smooth, as was the Rozelle Loop, although it was full of dog walkers, however all of them had a smile and a hello.
Was just reaching the end of the loop, when I spotted a group of horse riders coming out of a trail, they stopped for me, as I had the right of way, but I stopped and waved them on, its nice to be nice, and besides that, it gave me a chance to take a drink of water.
The Caddyshack section was smooth and flowing, never spotted any dog walkers, although I did have to avoid walkers, and their reactions should have warned me that the place was full of tourists, it was that look as I went by, as if to say, you should not be on this path.
Headed up to the Schools Out section and flew down the hill and along the trail, and yet again, more tourists blocking the trail, I have nothing against tourists whatsoever, but they should show a bit of common courtesy and make way for others, after all, we do have to share the paths.
The Storming the Castle section was thankfully quiet, and was quick, I love this warm weather, it has dried all the trails out nicely.
Once over the road, and onto the Iron Horse trail, (used to call it the Tam O Shanter, but seeing as its an old railway line, Iron Horse sounded better)
Oh boy did I fly down this, the council have improved it no end, and its now such a pleasure to ride on, or even walk, no more swamps, no more mud pits.
Hit the river Ayr section, (still no name for it yet) and the bike seemed to fly over the bumps, and handle the tight sections with amazing ease, stopped off at the fisherman's bothy for a energy gel, and long drink of water.
Decided to head up the access track, rather than cycle to the end of the trail, and then double back, as I was heading through the housing estate, I spotted a couple of old age pensioner cyclists, gave them a wave, and they returned the favour, kind of returned my faith in tourists, then again maybe they were locals.
I spun the wheels up the road section and past Tara Craig, and then onto the road from hell, that takes you up to the 3M section, oh god how do I hate that road, it seems to go on forever.
As I was nearing the top of the access road to the masts, met a walker coming the other way, spent a pleasant fifteen minutes talking to him, as we were talking a lassie headed up the hill next to us.
Just as I was approaching the top of the Brown Carrick hill, I ran into her, said hello and we ended up talking for ten minutes or so, this was turning out to be one of those days, were I seemed to be talking to everyone, plus it gave me a chance to take a drink of water, have I mentioned how much water I was drinking.
Well the 3M trail was a disaster, it was overgrown, so much that it was almost impossible to walk never mind cycle, and this is supposed to be an official walking path, I expect to see something like that in a third world country.
The last quarter mile was good, but the road home is superb, fast, fast downhill most of the way, as I rested at the top, I spotted a vision in lycra heading towards me, she had ridden the whole damn hill, and let me tell you this, that's damn good going, we chatted for a while and then we headed down the hill, seeing as she was on a proper road bike, she flew away from me, not a problem, I was just glad to be freewheeling.
Got back to the promenade, and sheee, I wish I had not bothered, it was mobbed, and this is where I ran into the most pig ignorant bunch of people I have ever had the misfortune to encounter, and in use the word people loosely.
It was the family from hell, all dressed in football tops, what the hell is it about folks that they want to wear football tops when they are not going to a match, you don't see football players pulling on overalls and pretending to be joiners or plumbers.
Anyhow, they were spread across the promenade and where refusing to give way for anyone, and I know they saw me coming, but they still refused to budge, so I remembered a tip from a New York dispatch rider that I had read on the web, look one in the eye, and accelerate, now I don't normally do this, I am far too polite when I am out, I believe in let and let live, but for some reason this lot got my hackles up.
At the last moment, nedette one moves out of the way, followed by a below from the chief of the ned family, and it was the classic line from the Ministry of Made Up Laws, "you should not be on here"
Wrong day to say something to me, I slammed the anchors on, reversed direction, and pointed to the sign above chief neds head, come on he was standing right under the sign that says, national cycle route 7, then again, maybe he could not read.
As we were exchanging a few pleasantries, I spotted an old lady in one of those electric wheelchair's heading towards us, as standard, the pitbull family did not move, so I grabbed my bike, placed it on the seawall, and let her pass, this is the bit that made me laugh out loud.
As only the old can do, she gave them a withering look, and said, "some people should not be allowed out without supervision" oh I hope I am that withering when I get to that age.
With that, I headed home, how was I going to beat that, got home and tried the Highfive energy recovery drink that I had got, now, I have got to admit I was a bit skeptical, but it only took an hour for it to take effect, and I felt great, the tiredness in my legs was gone, now I am going to buy a tub of the stuff, and fill my Camelback with it