I'm not sure I'd call it "lovely" as such, because I was knackered when I got home, although I was glad I'd gone out, after not really feeling like it at breakfast time. I went for another blast in the torpedo this morning on my semi-usual training run.
Straight out along the A8 from Corstorphine to Newbridge to the roundabout at Broxburn (into the wind), then doubleback with a tailwind to Newbridge. Turned right and took the Col de Clifton Hall up to Wilkieston, having a chat en route with a guy on a spindly carbon road bike. Turned left at Wilkieston and headed back into town on the A71. I left a roadie for dust, then ran out of gears when I reached 41mph somewhere around Addiston farm. The torpedo is only geared to 110 inches and needs a few more teeth on the big chainring.
Then did some shopping for bananas and went home for lunch. I did the first 23 miles in just over the hour, and the last hilly suburban 5 miles took 23 minutes.
I'm not sure if riding an Elephant Bike on your 'rest' days really counts as rest.