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Sobering thought for Sunday

Sobering thought for Sunday

Past cycling experiences cross my mind

For whatever reason a few memories from the ancient history that is my cycling career have been in my mind today. No reason other than I can’t get motivated to ride today so I’m “Relive-ing” past journeys – without the benefit of the app

Cycling to school one Fall morning I was struggling up the not inconsiderably steep Bruntsfield Place when I was hit side on by a veterinary student on her way to sit an exam. Presumably her mind was elsewhere. She was very embarrassed, I had slight abrasions on my knees. Way back then, last century, no one was into blame culture or of an instant mind to engage a lawyer, so she bundled me and my bike into her car and delivered me home. No more was said on the subject. I hope she passed her exam.

Fifteen or so years later I was cycling to work in Edinburgh City Center when a chauffeur driven BMW cut across Queensferry Road at speed and hit me side on; I did not get knocked off my bike because I hung onto the vehicle until he stopped. Unfortunately this resulted in a, no doubt, very expensive scratch along the side of the vehicle. Chauffeur and passenger were embarrassed but I had no injuries so once again no more was said. I hope the chauffeur kept his job.

On the A6088 heading up to Carter Bar

No vehicle impacts involved here but I did need to struggle up this very steep road which leads to the Scotland / England border with only one knee powering my bicycle.
To this day I have no idea what injury I sustained, or how it happened, but this was day two of a 100 mile journey to reach the ferry to The Netherlands so I had no option but to carry on trucking.
Downhill from the Border I was able to rest my knee as I hit 42mph by gravity alone – that was scary!
The next day I had miraculously recovered and spent two weeks cycling the flat roads of The Netherlands without further incident.

Cycling blast from the past #03

Cycling blast from the past #03

August 2005 and the children find cycling fun.

Loaningdale House, Biggar, U.K.

When Andrew was born we moved out of Loaningdale and occupied our own little bungalow in the town of Biggar. Emily and I would quite often cycle up the hill on a Saturday morning to have a cup of hot chocolate with the kitchen staff at Loaningdale. Patty must have driven up with Andrew to join us on this fine sunny day.

The glory that was yesterday

The glory that was yesterday

Sunday is stormy but Saturday was overcast / sunny

I have gathered together a few photographs and a short video of my Saturday cycle ride to Goose Island State Park in Lamar, TX. I did not actually enter the park proper but visited the Big Tree and then headed home via the causeway and Fulton Beach Road.

24 Miles to Lamar and Back

https://gopro.com/v/Xl0DZ9PZJzQgG

Cycling blast from the past #02

Cycling blast from the past #02

Biggar, U.K. July 2004

I don’t actually remember what the occasion was other than it was an organized public cycle ride. Karen Lamb, on the left, no doubt was instrumental in encouraging Emily and I to participate. I do recall being horrified that I had to jump off the bike and push us up one particularly steep hill. We were using Patty’s Edinburgh Bicycle bike and boy did it have a heavy frame.

… As time goes by …

… As time goes by …

Far too fast in my opinion:

It seems I’ve been at this game for quite a while now. When I was a teenager I used a Bolex H16 to film, as part of a school documentary project, the opening of the 1970 Commonwealth Games in Edinburgh.

Throughout the coming years I took miles of Super 8mm film ranging from the neighbors spaniel dog to animated Subbuteo shorts, to holiday footage.

… and here we are decades later using modern technology to “work from home” using Zoom Video Conferencing software and a VPN connection to remotely access my desktop computer in the office.

Alan S Albin

Now, in my leisure time, I use all this modern stuff to instantly create YouTube and GoPro videos with fancy bells and whistles. It’s just so much easier than faffing about with heavy cine equipment and waiting for the results to come back in the mail from Hemel Hempstead.

Film stock was bought in lengths of 100 feet – process paid. So when you had exposed the film you mailed it to Kodak in Hemel Hempstead to be developed and mailed back to you all within 10 days.

No instant gratification in my pioneering film days of last century!
Here’s lookin’ at you Kid.

Cycling blast from the past

Cycling blast from the past

The Edinburgh to St. Andrews Bike Ride 1987

Photo credit: David Drummond

David Drummond, on the left, and myself at the start of a day-long non competitive ride to raise money for LEPRA. I participated in this ride a number of years in a row during which time the route varied slightly and was anywhere from 65 to 70 miles long. I believe the current route is 68 miles and, being Scotland, it is all uphill with the wind against you! More details available HERE.

The Phoenix

The Phoenix

Like the bird of legend TartanTed.com has risen from the ashes to take flight again.

Perhaps a bit like young Master Ted, seen here circa 1958 at Turnhouse Airport (now EDI), waiting to board what looks like a BEA Douglas DC-3 Dakota for a trip to London.

I actually remember the occasion quite clearly. Starting with this moment, to the strange lady in uniform on the plane offering me a barley sugar candy and suggesting that I swallow to ease the pressure on my ears, to the surreal gray double deck bus that met us in the fog on the tarmac at London and transported us to an odd cone like structure from whence we collected our bags.

Memory gets a bit hazy (London fog don’t you know) at that point perhaps because I fell asleep between the airport and Berkeley Square, where the nightingale sang in 1940, and we booked into a hotel with a very exciting cage doored elevator leading to our room.

Further memories include advising the catering staff that I only wanted the white of my boiled eggs for breakfast and a vague recollection of going to a fun fair. I suspect that the fun fair was at Battersea Park which, in the 50’s, was famous for the “Big Dipper” – a wooden rollercoaster which subsequently came to grief in 1972 heralding the end of the Battersea Park fun fair. I don’t think any of my party were up for a trip on the Big Dipper but I do recall throwing balls into holes and coming away with a small plastic toy prize.

Another highlight of this trip was a visit to Hamleys’ Toy Shop in Regent Street (the oldest toyshop in the world – 1760) where I had the gift of a green plastic Bentley Continental model car bestowed upon me by my impatient Uncle. I hate to seem ungrateful, since he had funded this entire excursion, but really – he was so anxious to get out of that shop that he made the choice for me and that was that! I was always a Mercedes kind of guy so what to do with a Bentley?

Hamleys’ carries a stock of some 50,000 toys so, on reflection, it’s just as well the choice was made for me or we might still be there considering the options!

One final fun memory, for me at least, is of being in Trafalgar Square. Me, my Mom and Uncle, and a few thousand pigeons. We had the place to ourselves which in this day and age would be unprecedented.asa01