Sunday riders

We went for a run out to watch the world's best road cyclists (male) whizz past Cramond Brig. First time I've actually seen such an event and it was as expected. 

For the rest of the day I was glued to the TV watching the race cross the Central Belt (not glued to the road like some idiots; hmm I wonder what is used to make that glue?). The route round Glasgow city centre looked like torture, those riders must be both physically and mentally exhausted after that ordeal.