As much as I enjoyed onthewire's company last night, I was not anticipating it being the highlight of my weekend what with my finally getting round to doing the Etape. I deferred entry from 2012 - Milo was not keen on me training (or sleeping) last year.

I managed 6 miles before my rear derailleur... well its not supposed to look like this is it?

Curse word, curse word... cussing curse word.

Stood by the side of the road like a fool waiting for the on course mechanic to come by and tell me with one shake of the head just how mothercussing cussed I was.

Cursing curse.

Thanks nice man who gave me a lift back to Pitlochry...

More curse words.

Cussing Cuss.