With the last few days being cold and crisp, I was keen to give the Whangie a go. It’s been a while and the possibility of the normally boggy top track being a wee bit firmer than usual appealled. Despite the perfect winter conditions, a paltry six folk showed up at the club. Seriously, 6? WTF!
Despite the potentially ideal conditions on offer, Iain decided to opt for the urban route. Excuses made, it was left to Donald, Chris and I to fly the Whangie flag and off we went. The spin up the Westie was lovely, the cobbled climb from the golf course despatched with ease. For the punter in the tent by Craigallion, it may have come as a surprise as the flashing lights whizzed by him but we were on a mission. Keen to make the most of the night, we climbed up and over Carbeth for the swoopy singletrack descent to the pub. It was without doubt in the best nick I have ever ridden it. No mud with just the right level of grip. To say we flew down would be an understatement.