You have to take the miles where you can get them, i s'pose. Having returned from a trip to the Picos de Europa i was looking to consolidate ahead of next-weekend-but-one's Bristol bike fest. Marty and me will be representing in the 12 hour solo on saturday and maybe a cheeky cross team on sunday as well.
So, in the name of training i combined a trip to Bathgate, to take the trusty motor for its service and MOT, with a ride. Drop car off after a stiff hour of kettle bells in the am, and ride back to Glasgow - 30 miles or so - on the fixed.
Well it would have been if i hadn't taken a wrong turn and ended up in Uddingston.
Nevertheless, despite the strong headwind the legs were ticking over nicely. Seems that finally there is something under the bonnet. Oddest thing seen? Hairdressers in Harthill called 'Curl Up and Dye'.
(Picture from interweb, as it seems this is a pretty common name for hairdressers. Doesnt put me off at all....)