July 25th – August 3rd three colleagues and I engaged in two-wheeled shenanigans in a semi-leisurely, mostly-clockwise manner from Newcastle, England to Aberdeen, Scotland. Beers (and whiskey, and boat-loads of cereal bars) were consumed. Gravel was crushed. At least one nickname was forged. Minor mechanicals were solved with Yankee ingenuity. There were some hills, some head-winds, and some belly-aching. New brake-pads were purchased, and some even installed. ‘Nuf words; the scenic vistas were the highlight of this trip. Oh, yeah, and some friendships. But first, the pics to prove it happened.
Isn’t it a pretty blue, too?
J & M with their pretty, clean, skinny-tire’d carbon-fiber road bikes. For now.
North Sea Cycle Route
We savored the English sunburn the first two days.
Coast and Castles
Caution: Do not stray from path. Field may contain un-exploded ordinance.
Fickle. Definition: weather in Scotland.
My 2010 Surly LHT, packed light. Rack-less in Scotland.
I wonder if we could get a sponsorship?
Trying to be artsy.
What a pass. We got buzzed by two F-15’s, a Tornado, and then another Tornado even lower. Scary LOUD.
Over the edge.
Un-paved cycle tracks in Scotland were often large gravel.
From Aberdeen we caught the train back to Newcastle. A few monster burritos later and we were back at the ferry.
At the end of a long line of cyclists waiting to board the ferry.
I’ll try to go back and add some more narration as time permits.