I have a tendency to (as my wife puts it) fat-arse about. Not really had much inclination to cycle much over the last few years and really lost my appetite for it (although i have lurked here a lot)
So today, after some recent local pootles and an excuse to keep me off fags for another day I decide to take on the Pentlands.
4 hours later ( it took me blooming ages due to being a right fat heffer) i've got a grin from ear to ear, i'm completely exhausted, i can't stop yawning and I even scared myself witless.
The taste is back, mainly after bombing back to the car and rolling off some silly (and tiny) drops on the way. I'm now trying to think up excuses to go out again tomorrow and how to justify a new bike.
I'll sleep tonight 
