QUOTE(linny600 @ Feb 9 2006, 09:05 PM)
Yet another Scot... weyhey...
Where r u Stevie??
Aye, right hen!
Er .... actually I'm living doon the line at the mo :p but originally from the Greenock area. I remember some of those Highland roads from my 125 days when we'd take off with a crap tent that had no flysheet and no sewn-in groundsheet, a can of Boots midgie spray (the second thing on the list after the bike) and a vague idea that there were roads beyond Luss that made you go ooooooooohhhh! And that was usually only because you had to dump it in a passing place to avoid hitting the damn sheep that were beyond every bend. Remember the Loch Lomond road before they updgraded it? Yikes!
<nostalgia>Ah.... those were the days. Did I mention the naked dancing with a load of Hamilton Accies supporters at 1am outside some pub up the Crainlarich road somewhere? God, you have never seen so many insect bites and on ALL the personal bits too. Trust us to camp in a wet field. </nostalgia>
Anyway, I chipped in with the weather bit because I spent the most terrifying hour of my life trying to get back home along the back roads above the Clyde valley in fog with about 5 feet visibility. It had been a nice sunny evening and then as soon as the sun went down - boom - pea soup. It took maybe 25 minutes to go from a couple of miles visibility to bugger all. I kid you not, I was on the verge of crying I was so scared. After a while it was like floating in a cloud with no real idea even whether you were going in a straight line - totally disorienting. I've never enjoyed sparking up a ciggie as much as the first one I had after that episode.