Copied from Andrea’s post in the Wheelers Facebook page so the non Facebookers can read about our fab day.
Absolutely brilliantly awesome day! Twenty cyclists left Baldovie Toll at an unsociably early time on a Sunday of 8am. The pace was brisk as we flew past Monike, up to Brechin where Fergus joined us and along to Edzell and Fettercairn. It was just past here that the weaker sex decided they needed a pee stop and we also lost Kenny and Fergus as one only had a half day pass and the other remembered he was missing his helmet – either that or they remembered the joys of Cairn O’Mount 😉
Gillian and I took full advantage of this and made quite possibly the greatest breakaway in the history of the club and carried on upward! The guys, trying to hamper our progress feigned concern as to our whereabouts and rang us on our ascent not once, but twice. However it didn’t work and we duly arrived at the top of the hill, breathless, very sweaty and before any one else☺. It wasn’t long before the real QOM, Rachel appeared followed closely by Ciaran, Graeme and Jamie.
We caught our breath then started the fast descent down into Royal Deeside. My fastest descent ever at a scary 47 mph and still I was dropped! We refuelled at Aboyne where the guys decided the pace had been a bit brisk. Joe kept a brilliant pace on the front and we mostly stayed together along the banks of the Dee and into Braemar. At this point, whilst the rest of us were refuelling, Gillian had insider information of a strong southerly blowing through Glenshee and as her family just happened to be in Braemar she decided to call it a day leaving 18 intrepid cyclists to continue.
Buoyed by the first breakaway success I managed to persuade Robin to leave early and off we went, onward and upward once more. The ascent to the Cairnwell was long and rolling, not helped by the strong wind or Gillian waving to us from the car! Still we managed to get there in time to see the look of pain on Graeme C’s face as he raced Rachel and Ciaran to the top (or what turned out to be not quite the top according to Strava).
Wind cheaters and arm warmers on, and off we went down, down, down. The remaining 40 or 50 miles is a bit of a blur, we had a spell of losing people, but always regrouped and there was a lot of hanging on to the wheel in front. Home via Blairgowrie, Iron Bridge and Pitnappie!
Scenery was stunning, weather was fantastic and company outstanding. A brilliant day and one to remember for a long time!
Here’s my Garmin to show the route etc: