Really tough day with ice cold rain & hail in the hills of Scotland.
The best analogy I can think of for the way we feel is a heavyweight boxer slugging it out in the final rounds of a 15 round bout. Battered & bruised whilst drained of energy.
The tens machines wired to each knee whilst riding are doing the trick. One day to go!
Stats for today; 102 miles, 12.1mph avge speed, 6775 calories, 8 hours 25 mins in saddle, 4100ft of vertical climb. First puncture of the trip 4 all of us. Jaj had a blowout (tyre) & checking his other tyre revealed that was ready to go too, so we changed both.
The answer to the most common asked question is yes , very!! The topic of many conversations starts like this ‘how sore is your arse?’ ‘I’ve got………………….and its kiling me
Ian
As they used to say when returning to port in Devonport, Oggy, Oggy, Oggy
which means you`re the tops. Congratulations. Well done!!! Dad
Ian
Moan Moan Moan - sore knees, sore rear, cold, wet, knackered.
I’m amazed that the main topic hasn’t been “Nice relaxing holiday chaps - must do it again next year!”
Brilliant achievement - nearly there now (and surely it’s flatter up there?)
Colin