Anyhow, I decided to make another car-less journey to a hill race. This entailed cycling to Glasgow Central to catch the 11:00 train to Ayr, from where I pootled along various backroads the 22 miles to Girvan.
My route took me through Maybole and Wallacetown along nice quiet country roads surfaced with bone-juddering shattered tarmac and potholes. Perhaps the Royal Artillery use these roads as target practice.
What looked a straightforward ride on the map turned out far more wearing due to the appalling road surface, and the endless succession of choppy little hills. So I arrived in Girvan slightly more washed out than I would have liked for the race starting at 3pm.