I made it to CP3 at last. To the tourists out there - it is not acceptable to drive at 32-38mph on the A82. It’s also not cool to pass every parking place between Drumnadrochit and Fort Augustus, without pulling in!! Meant I did get through my Taylor Swift playlist. So not all bad.
My current view whilst I await rider No.3 come in…
Oh, and there’s no WiFi here. And crappy 4G. So had to pinch my wife’s data. Every now and again she gets a text to say she has ‘gifted’ data to someone. I don’t know how to turn this notification off!
I arrived to Angus horizontal on the couch, unsurprisingly. Making himself comfortable though. Not sure if he’s carried these bad boys with him for the past week?? Fetching though.
So far, I’ve not been given a hiding yet. Lewis and myself are trying to size each other up and both in mutual appreciation of our mullets. I think we’ll get along.
I think he came prepared just incase though. Those boots are meaty 😳 Fingers crossed, I’m recalled home before Lucy arrives…
Ollie arrived a wee while ago, but he’s spent better part of an hour in the bike shop trying to get his brake fixed. I don’t think water is a good medium used for brake fluid. Luckily he only has 400 odd kms left to do. Pretty much flat too.
FFS, Mark Beaumont seems to be making a meal of this descent?? Been waiting here to pap him for ages. I could climb the bloody hill quicker than he come down it…
My butt is going numb on this bench so will catch up in a bit.