Singletrack
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A sprinkling of magenta on a cloudy Scottish day.<br />
We chose right. Bikes hoisted onto shoulders, we made quick<br />
progress up the slope. Thankfully, it was only a temporary<br />
blip as the ground levelled off a bit and we alternated between<br />
hikeabike and sections of rideable trail. By this point, we<br />
were well and truly shrouded in cloud – another mountain<br />
speciality. However, the schoolboy error omission of map and<br />
compass was not to prove to be our undoing. The path was<br />
well trodden so getting lost wasn’t really on the cards.<br />
It’s not a mountain ride unless something goes<br />
wrong.<br />
Looking at the trail that would rank high on the rockus<br />
technicalus scale, I expressed my genuine respect that Dave<br />
had ridden it all those years ago. There were two short but<br />
steep sections that I definitely wouldn’t be attempting unless<br />
I was keen to repeat Dave’s disappearing bike trick. “So how<br />
did you get down the last time?” I asked, expecting to be told<br />
of secret singletrack coming off the summit or a tale of epic<br />
derring-do and skill. “Oh we just headed cross-country…”<br />
I must have looked slightly crestfallen. Had we come all this<br />
way just to ride down grass?<br />
As it transpired, Dave had a good reason for not taking<br />
the rocky trail down. “By the time we had gotten to the top,<br />
my mate’s bike had broken. Unable to ride it, I ended up<br />
having to give him a backy while he carried his broken bike<br />
on his shoulder.” Ah yes, the stuff of legend. Now this was<br />
more like it. It’s not a proper mountain ride unless something<br />
goes wrong and you manage to get yourself out of a pickle.<br />
We both laughed at the thought of Dave and his mate riding<br />
uncontrollably down the mountain on an early ’90s, less than<br />
slack, rigid bike with only rim brakes to slow them down.<br />
My mind wandered back to the joys of cantilever brakes on<br />
wet rims – frantic grabbing at handfuls of brake lever only<br />
to be met with the sound of grinding and squealing as I was<br />
propelled ever faster forward. Ah yes, the good old days.<br />
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