Last night saw what is hoped to become a regular Thursday evening jaunt to Carron Valley. After much e-mailing a crowd of us gathered at 6.30. I say, “crowd”, it was actually three…. I say “three”, it was actually 2 since one forgot his helmet. So with the words “muncher” &, oh, that other word [...]
A trio of Dons took part in the Men’s Health Forum Scotland 10K in Glasgow on Sunday. Given that our nation doesn’t exactly present itself as a picture of health it was encouraging to see so many men taking some responsibility for their own health & wellbeing. It was whippets to the front & beer-bellies [...]
Yeah, yeah, it’s all good now, isn’t it? After 4 previous instalments whining like a ponce, Stumpy Rider has faced his demons and emerged with a jammy 1-1 draw. No doubt he’ll be all philosophical with a new found respect for the trails or wanting to do next year’s event on a rigid singlespeed. Naked. [...]
Ruined like a silk blouse in a tumble drier, Our Hero (cough!) is at his lowest ebb, ironically on the highest part of the course. Delusions of a competitive time have been blown out of the water as he struggles to merely survive. What a poof.Fortunately, the fun part of Sir Isaac Newton’s law that [...]
Stumpy Rider was near soiling his chamois as the last episode faded. Hold your nose and find out whether the effing coward kept it together long enough to complete a lap… Crossing the road and hitting the singletrack that heralded the first “proper” part of the lap, I was beginning to relax into things, being [...]
We left Team Don Logan on the sauce at the top gondola station, swapping “amusing” anecdotes, quaffing cider and with nary a care in the world. After the knob gags, it’s perhaps merciful that the arrival of our 2 buddy teams who were each riding as pairs, you are spared, dear reader, the spectre of [...]
From the Tour de France to the World Mountain Bike Championships via the Vuelta, the Giro and the Sea Otter Classic, there are epic tales of triumph against adversity: the grimacing victor crossing the line with shredded shorts and a limp arm clutched against the chest; the miraculous struggle to finish with the broom wagon [...]
As soon as The Dons have recovered, erudite posts & flowery descriptions will doubtless follow. In the meantime here are the photos.