Loony Dook

Aye right. Not that big a loony.

Decided to go out and try out my new Stan Boardman helmet this afternoon (shit racist comedian, makes a good cycling helmet though) and found myself heading up into the Ochil Hills and along Alva Glen. Wasn't purposely trying to fall off and test the thing, but came close a few times (combination of road tryres, crap brakes, sharp rocks). It was cold, dark, wet and slippery. And I loved every second of it.

Now that I've managed to burn off a (very small) percentage of the festive fuel taken on board yesterday, I'm off to to have a rake in my Big Boys Selection Box and see what I can find to balance it all back out.