I made the mistake of going for a bike ride with Fat Mac on Sunday afternoon, in an attempt to get him to do some exercise. Within a mile of his house he was completely lost, on a cycle path heading for Balerno, which wasn’t the original plan. I think he knows of a cheap pub in Balerno, or something. Starting at Stockbridge and going round in circles, after half an hour of cycling we emerged from the path at my insistence, and somehow had only got to Murrayfield.
We headed off north west for a while, with Fat Mac puffing up the hills like an old steam engine, when he suddenly shot off downhill at great speed. He’d remembered a pub in Crammond, and there was no stopping him.
We had a couple of pints there, and then left to head back into town along West Shore Road.
“This is a mistake, Rods!” he complained, “There are no pubs on this road.”
Eventually he found one, and then another, and then another. We ended up in The Shebeen Bar, on Dock Place.
The barman in The Shebeen Bar, who was South African despite being a dead ringer for Darren Lehmann, was very entertaining. He can juggle glasses and bottles like they do in movies, catching them behind his back, etc. No-one in The Shebeen knew the cricket score from the South Africa/Australia test. We drank Namibian lager, which was excellent.
I then discovered that every time I’d been going outside for a ciggie, Fat Mac had been ordering an extra pint for himself, so by the end of the evening he couldn’t work his bike lights, and had lost his padlock key. Fortunately, I’d used my padlock to chain up both bikes.
I had a nice ride home. Fat Mac fell off his bike twice on his way back to Stockbridge.