So... how did your ride go?
1 - "light drizzle", my ars*!
2 - "waterproof gloves", my ars*!
Woken up about 5AM by the rain outside so decided to improvise some waterproof hotpants by sawing off my old waterproof commuting shorts that I never liked. Very glad I did, functioned well and don't know why I never thought of that before.
Unlike Trossachs Ton where I started last I headed off about 730 this time only to be felled at the first wee hill out of Haddington where you have to cross the single track bridge when my chain fell off. That happened another 3 times before I got sick of it and sorted out the derailleur limit screws.
Approached the first 10 miles to Redstone Rigg at absolute minimum speed and found the ascent a lot easier than the last time round, even if it truly began pouring just at the bottom of the final push.
Long and lonely cruise to Longformacus in the mist and rain was actually quite enjoyable once I got spinning. Passed quite a few people on the way but riders were pretty thinly spread.
Wrung out the "waterproof" gloves at first feed stop and discarded them for fingerless which were much better. Enjoyable ride all the way to the feed stop, there were a couple of people I pulled level with who seemed game for a chat for 5 or 10 minutes. Passed one chap at the side of the rode who answered my enquiries with "f*cking rear derailleur's f*cked", a grin and waved me on.
Compliments to the lunch stop, feed was excellent. Would have settled for just strong cups of tea with lots of sugar but the rest was a pleasant bonus. didn't hang around as I was getting cold however. Also discovered at this point that I had been riding (for I don't know how long) with the front brake binding. Presume one of the cattle grids had knocked it a bit. So got that sorted out and hit the road again.
Cleared up after lunch and clouds began to break, waterproofs were gradually removed and settled into a happy cruise. Somepoint between then and Duns the signs ran out. I was one of the "pro elite" that went the wrong way, but I fell in with a pair from Berwick Wheelers who knew the patch as it was on their TT route and we eventually picked up the signs again. Thoroughly expected them to drop me on their fancy steeds, but the opposite happened and I set about eating up the miles on my own again. My detour added an extra 2 miles on to the ride so nothing serious, but meant that some people who I had overhauled (including the wooden bike / tartan Rapha lycra man and someone in EBC colours) appeared rather guttingly ahead of me at the final feed stop.
By this point the water on the road had cleaned my chain to a shiny, oil-free state and the last 20 miles were completed in squealing protestation. I managed to claw back all my earlier passes except Mr EBC, who I only caught right on the finish line. It was a mighty fine sight when I came over the last hill on the moors and looked down to see Berwick Law, Traprain Law and the Fife and Lothian coasts ahead of me and freewheeled up to 40mph for the decent into Garvald.
Have to say the red temporary traffic lights 50m from the finish line made a complete anti climax!
Total time was 6h 34m. I was aiming for sub 6h30m, so with the unitentional extra 2 miles I think I'm allowed to say I was on target. Saw on bikeradar someone reporting a 5h40m - I presume it was the 2 who bolted past me heading into Longformacus when I slowed to check on someone mending punctures.
We were parked next to one of the recumb-a-trikes in the morning and the gent asked us to watch his bike when he went in to register. He looked like he had been there a while so I take it he was awaiting yourself, Mr Laidback?