We cyclists are odd folk. Where most people simply see a road, maybe even dismissing it as a farm track, we see possibility. The possibility of speed, of a fast descent, of a tough climb, of suffering. We embrace pain, it’s part of who we are.
No, to us it’s not just a road. It’s so much more than that.
This is one of my favourites. Nestled in the farm lanes between Kintore & Kirkton of Skene, it’s a mile long tree-lined climb. It’s not overly steep, but it feels relentless. Classic Scottish surface – grippy, with stones & potholes a-plenty.
I come here when I want to test my fitness. November, when the winter training starts, February as the season beckons, then during the season once the racing’s underway. It’s a good measure of how well I’m going.