Well I had a crazy ride out in the hills tonight. I kept saying to myself – just ride a little further and see what it’s like. And so I kept going. The wind always seems to be worse riding up and around Arthurs Seat and I managed that, though it was fierce. There were plenty of rocks that had been blown down onto the road which made me cautious.
There was also plenty of tree damage everywhere through town and up the WOL path. In fact wherever I was there was tree debris beside or across the path. I didn’t witness any falls but the way the trees were being bent by the gale, particularly while climbing up Poet’s glen kept me on my guard.
Getting that far should have been enough but I wanted to know what a 70mph tailwind was like so I headed up Maiden’s with the wind behind me. Didn’t push me that much until I was on Harbour hill which is where it became fun. Human kite.
I got a good soaking on the way out but didn’t feel too cold until I got up on the tops. I was rather cold and wet by the time I got back.
That’s the fifth day in a row I haven’t seen any other bikers in the Pentlands. What’s the matter with everyone? 😛
In fact the whole time I was out, even riding through town I only saw one other person on a bike – sessioning the road around Arthurs Seat.