Following on the excitement of last week, I headed out on my own just to stretch the legs. The “light” wind was in my face to start with – my choice as i went up the main road heading for Perth. I get off the main road at the earliest opportunity and am sort of heading for Collace. My heart is just not in it. I am looking at the guttery road and wondering if i have or will be able to maintain traction. I don’t do Collace, i opt for a flatter run.
On the approach to Balbeggie I meet Perth United, they don’t acknowledge my little wave. There loss. I am back on the main road now, and opt for Murryshall. the roads still look greasy to me. Plodding on, for that is the pace i am going at, i go past The Hotel and pop out on the road between Scone and Perth. The cycle lane here had bike tracks in the detritus. i opt for out side the wee manky lane. Approaching the inch, i get a look from the park run marshal. I plough on and let the park runners pass on my left.
Away from the runners now i am heading for Luncarty. Passing Denmark Field the path still has the flailed remnants of the hedge on it. my bike is making an odd noise. It has me thinking that i have something stuck on a tyre. At the bridge over the Rail line i stop and check but see nothing. I set off, my left foot will not clip in.
Through Luncarty and heading for Stanley, i stop to see if i can fix my cleat. its the overshoe fouling the mechanism.
Onward to Kinclaven, i stop at the bridge, my right cleat wont disengage. The left does and i avoid an embarrassing fall over. On the bridge now, two vehicle overtake me. At Isla bridge, i am pedaling with only one foot clipped in,,, its not nice.
Up to Woodside, my phone is chirping. I am being hounded for an eta. i ignore the phone and trundle on.
Tomorrows job is to replace the cleats ( i bought them when i replaced my helmet.
Next week, who knows where we shall go!