The weather took a turn for the worse overnight. However, I wanted to take what might be my last opportunity to stay in Corrie and attempt the String from east to west without stopping. So while my hostess set off in the car to go shopping in Brodick, I girded my my loins and mounted Lev.

I was quite damp by the time I got to the junction of the String and the around-Arran road (A841). Thanks to the nature of this junction, I had to start the ascent from stopped – this forced me to use the easiest range of Lev’s gears to get up the first slope. However, I didn’t need them for long and got back to the hardest range long before the right-hand bend that presages the exposed and hardest part of the climb.

Thank goodness lev had these ranges – I needed them in the exposed part. From the bottom, it appears to be a gentle slope. It isn’t: I needed to swear a lot at my legs to keep them pedaling. Just before the top, the gradient increases then the road takes a left turn into another gradient-increase. This was where I most feared I’d put my feet down. However, more swearing and the knowledge that I was so near to the top I could taste it prevented this.

The roll down the other side only takes you a couple of miles – and the surface is very worn in places: there’s another 6 miles of varying undulations and surfaces (from potholes to smooth tarmac) to get to Blackwaterfoot. I met my hostess there: she’d been shopping back at the Old Byre in Machrie.

We then both started traveling back east to Brodick. The wind and Lev’s ongoing friction problems were against me so this time I didn’t make it up the String’s ‘easy’ side without using all of Lev’s gears. By the time I met my hostess at Eilean Mor again, my hands were wet, my pinnae were complaining and my toes were cold. (The uppers of my cycle-shoes have thin mesh to let the sweat out – and the rain and cold in! Without the SealSkins socks, my feet would have suffered a lot more.) We thawed out over lunch before heading back to Corrie.

The weather was still foul and my gloves were still wet, so I stopped at Arran Active and bought some winter cycling gloves. (These have lots of padding on the palms, silicone-covered finger-tips so that they won’t slip off wet brake handles and nose-wiper areas on the thumbs. They’ll be a bit clumsy but will feel far better than freezing wet fingers.) I also bought an insulated windproof skull-cap to keep my ears warm and some lightweight fleece gloves so that I could keep my hands dry and warm but still usable at the end of a damp cycle.

Just as I left Arran Active, I received a text from my hostess: she was was setting out from the house in Corrie to jog to Sannox and back. So I pushed my legs as hard as I could and caught up with her just as she had turned round to come back to Corrie. This was the worst leg of today’s travels: into a biting wind with rain stinging into our faces. I’m amazed anyone could keep above a walk into that weather.

Here’s some times:

I didn’t record times for Brodick to Sannox and Sannox to Corrie. Here’s the cyclemeter app map of coming back over the String.

I’m now back in Corrie: the only clothing I’ve not changed are my shorts (it was too cold to consider removing them) and the skull-cap. Oi veh! I’m having slightly nervous second thoughts about cycling from Glasgow to Edinburgh tomorrow. Ah well, that which doesn’t kill you makes you stronger – but that which kills you kills you!

Well, today my hostess took on her hardest cycle yet:

1. north from Corrie,
2. up and over the Boguille to Lochranza,
3. along the north-west coast to Machrie,
4. up and over the String (YouTube video),
5. into Brodick
6. then back to Corrie.

We were hailed on as we started up the Boguille and froze in the wind dropping down to Lochranza. We stopped for a well-earned cup of tea at a small refreshment stand near the ferry terminal, then headed on to Machrie.

Here’s the map. The speed at mile 30 is almost certainly wrong – that’s one of the steep downhill bits.

We had a further stop at Machrie to look at a clothing shop belonging to the sister of one of Elly’s friends. The road soon pulled away from the coast and began to ascend before joining the main cross-island road. The road then ascended hard up to the highest tarmac on the island – it took about 40 minutes. The descent to Brodick took less than 5 – it’s the hardest Lev’s disks hard worked yet.

We stopped for lunch at Eilean Mor – I can’t recommend their rich pasta dishes enough before doing a bit of shopping at the nearby co-op and returning to Corrie.

I’m very pleased that my hostess made this trip and quite pleased that I got up the String staying in the top range of Lev’s gears. I hope to do the String from east to west tomorrow: this is slightly harder and more exposed. I’ve never yet done it without stopping: here’s hoping for this time.

I’ve just received my results for the programming coursework: 79%, so the lowest level of distinction. The detailed feedback is here and my marks infographic is here. My average mark so far is 85&middot91%, so I’m on the middle level of distinction.

There’s a map and list of where Brenda’s visited during her reign, with an invitation to compare one’s own travels to hers.

Here’s my list:

I guess I’m a lucky bugger with an embarrassingly large carbon footprint!

The following were posted today to a mac discussion/help list I’m on:

1. Actual real-life helpdesk request that we got JUST this morning:
   “I walked into the lab this morning to find the dreaded blue screen on . It is first time it has come up, so I simply restarted the PC. Is this an indication of potentially bad hard drive?”
2. The one thing that drives me absolutely nucking futz as a IT support person is:
   “got an error message (can’t remember exact words).” (or my favorite: “I got an error, I didn’t write it down because it was all computer gobbldeygook”) followed by the clear expectation that I am clairvoyant and can magically know what went wrong.
   At this point my only possible advice is this:

Never EVER do either of these to me.

Update

Here’s another one:
Someone had a problem.
I asked “Have you changed anything recently?”
Response: “No”
I looked down and picked up a Software package (I think it was an OS upgrade).
I asked about it.
Response: “Oh, yeah, I installed that.”

It had been 2 years since my last trim…

Hairiness

Bits were cut off: end view, side view

Halfway

All the way. Why is one of my ears missing?

Aftermath

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Raise your shields and don your anti-waffle devices (should that be ‘switch on your waffle-iron’?), reader, because here comes another batch of turgid Bruce-prose.

The main alternative activity to my sweating over programming coursework and to my hostess’ employment has been preparing for our summer holiday. We’ll cycle along the Danube from Passau to Vienna then spend a few days exploring bits of Vienna we’ve not yet seen. Both of us are uncertain whether we could currently cycle 40 miles each day for 5 successive days so we’ve been devoting Saturdays to training.

30 March: Edinburgh to Falkirk (32 miles)

Our first foray is chronicled here – nothing more to add.

7 April: Edinburgh to Stirling (37 miles)

My hostess found a a cycling app that draws route maps as you travel, so here’s this trip’s map.

I recall stops at Linlithgow and Larbert Cross. I remain impressed with my hostess cycling over 35 miles on a bike that’s not designed for distance.

14 April: to Broxburn and back (30 miles)

Here’s this trip’s map.

My hostess had wanted to revisit Uphall: there’s a slight but draining incline through Broxburn but it gets bad at Uphall. She also wanted to see if we could revisit the canal towpath without fear or incident. To achieve both in one trip, we did most (and the worst parts) of the Broxburn-Uphall torture incline, before turning north and finding even more challenging gradients.

A couple of miles along the canal convinced us it wasn’t fun: the path was by turns muddy and hence slippery, challenging even Che’s grip, and gravelly, threatening to do worse things to Lev’s wheels. So as soon as we could, we reverted to road: what a relief!

21 April: around Edinburgh (22 miles)

Here’s this trip’s map.

I was only 3 days away from needing to demonstrate and turn in my programming project so didn’t want to go too. My hostess expressed slight disappointment our route being relatively short. A year ago this distance, by her own admission, would have been very challenging. As happens so often, I’m impressed by her determination to improve and her stamina. As we cycled, she mused about getting a road bike or a faster, higher geared hybrid because she was dissatisfied with her speed. She loves Che – and he’s ideal for Edinburgh’s currently-abysmal road surfaces – but she feels the need for speed.

27 April: Bruce’s let-off-steam solo (28·5 miles)

I don’t have the app so this trip’s map is glommed from Google.

I may have mentioned that I’d agreed to help teach cycling skills to some P7 (11- to 12-year-old) students by one of my hostess’ friends. I’d been told that I would need to apply for ‘I’m not a kiddie-fiddler’ certification while the teaching was in progress. So this morning, after the second session, I took my documentation and completed form to the school office and received a strong ticking off for not having the certification in place.

While I understand the need for such things, I was made to feel as if I had done something dirty by even being near the children without this piece of paper. This soon became anger: if it had been the school who had asked me to help, told me the criteria and then changed their opinion, I’d have walked. However, I’d been asked by the parent organising these sessions – and she had been told an en-route application would be acceptable. So I’m not going to let her – or the children – down. I know I’m not evil (I admit I might be stupid – and have acted cruelly to some adults as a result – but that’s another matter) and I don’t think my hostess would have anything to do with me if I was harmful in the way so nearly alleged.

Anyway, utterly fuming, I decided to try to expiate my anger through my pedals. I also wanted to take Lev on a long spin to see if I could begin to learn to love him. He still seems to have friction, even though the brakes have been sorted. (Both wheels spin freely so maybe it’s me.) So I decided to head west and see where I got to. I left Servants’ Quarters at 1:18 knowing I’d need to be back around 5:30 to get ready to go to a social event that evening. My texts to let my hostess know where I was were as follows:

It was interesting that at some points, mostly on cycle paths, I didn’t feel the friction that seems to be Lev’s leitmotiv. At other points, I definitely did. The towns at the far west of West Lothian seem so dead. Their appearance wasn’t helped by the weather: cold dark and overcast. Yet as soon as I passed into East Lanarkshire, the sky brightened. There is a cycle path running along the railway but I’ve yet to see how to get onto it. Instead, I plodded along the A89 until I saw the sign for Caldercruix station. The remaining 4 miles to Airdrie would have taken another 20 minutes, so I could have got there within my self-imposed 3-hour limit – and if I’d realised I’d done under 30 miles I would have pushed on anyway.

Also, until today I’d been scared to take on the Newbridge roundabout. However there’s no need. It has traffic lights strictly controlling who has access, so it’s far safer than, for example, Gogar roundabout. using this means you don’t have to carry your bike over the awful stepped bridge at Ratho. No more of that nonsense ever!

28 April: Edinburgh to Spott (35 miles)

Here’s this trip’s map.

We had arranged to go and visit a friend who lives in Spott in East Lothian. This meant setting off into a biting east wind. Worse was to come. From just outside Musselburgh, the road (A199) slopes up inexorably until the centre of Tranent. There’s a fairly nasty spot where the gradient gets steep as the road crosses the A1. From Tranent to Haddinton the only obstacle was the wind but thereafter a long and grinding gradient and hailstorms forced us to stop slightly west of East Linton. Also, this section of the A199 was treated as an F1 track by everything that passed us. Surely the A1 is the local road for petrol-heads? Anyway, once the weather had abated slightly, we plodded on into Dunbar, convinced the station staff that we really were the people who’d booked the bike-spaces on the 18:41 train back to Edinburgh and turned south towards Spott. We’ve always feared that the road up to Spott would be fearsome. It’s not – we’ve been tricked by our friend’s drive which is. (Broken potholed concrete at crazy angles isn’t good for road bikes!). Thanks indeed to the inestimable Ms B for warmth, sustenance, tea and very pleasant company.

Conclusions

• I can cycle 30 miles one day, then do it again the next day.
• I need cycling gloves with are simultaneously
  1. warm
  2. waterproof
  3. good for wiping my nose en route.

  My current fleece gloves achieve 1 and 3 when dry, while my current waterproof gloves are cold.

• I need to wear much thicker socks in inclement weather.
• Lev will never be a speed demon. I think he’ll always be a sturdy plodder. At 7-8 mph, he can keep going without real effort by me. If I want speed, I’ll need to look into a lower-geared, lighter-framed racer (or speed-centric commuter if it’s to survive Edinburgh).
• East Lothian road surfaces are quite good. They also have cycle paths where they are needed. Edinburgh council needs a time-machine to go back, not bother with the bloody trams (it breaks my heart to say this because I like trams) and invest the money in road-maintenance and cycle-paths. How much fitter would we all be?

Well, the programming coursework is over apart from the shoutingmarking. We had to demonstrate our programs this afternoon and submit reports on how our programs worked, programming style and problems encountered.

Some of my classmates hadn’t done all of the set tasks or put in in all the required features, while others had non-working programs (e.g. not saving, creatures not moving), so I’m quite pleased that I had (as far as I can tell) done all that was required, the only bug being the Ogre’s intermittent inability to count his enemies when he’s recalled from disk.

On the other hand, one of my classmates had a graphical swamp, on which you could see the ogre and his enemies actually moving. Ah well, I’m pretty sure I’ve passed. My code is here and my report is here. Oh, and the actual problem/task is here.

I’m grateful that we had to write reports: while I was writing I was able to refine my code and improve the UI a lot. (I don’t claim my UI is good, just that it works and isn’t abysmal.)

All that’s left for this term is tomorrow’s web-enabled business wrap-up/feedback lecture. Then I’m free until September. I don’t intend to slob though: my plans include
• learning more about Swing and other Java graphical tools
• beginning to learn Objective C (iOS apps!)
• beginning to learn PHP
• some literature and real-life research into e-democracy
• if possible, learning to weld so I can start on my bike trailer
• lots of cycling and spinning

I’m also helping teach cycling skills to P7 children on Friday mornings for the next 6 weeks.

Do feel free to remind me how the road to hell is paved!

For reasons that are too tedious to explain, occasionally I need to run an old version of the DTP application I loathe – hence the title of this post. It needs MacOS10·5, but Iggy runs 10·6 and 10·7.

I had 10·5 on my XServe but that’s horribly noisy when its working and now the power-supply seems to be dying, so he won’t stay alive long enough to finish booting most of the time. I had picked up an old TiBook which will run MacOS9, 10·4 and 10·5. This was OK but a little slow, and the screensharing image on Iggy was fuzzy.

I had read that VirtualBox won’t fly versions of MacOS earlier than 10·6 server or 10·7 client. I’m very pleased to say this in not true. Installation is a little tedious and not perfect – no VB guest additions, scary verbose boot but it can be done quite easily.

1. Put your 10·5 installer disk in your host intel mac and start up VB.
2. Create a blank virtual machine, telling VB you’re going to install MacOS Server.
3. I’d suggest giving your new vm 4GB of RAM.
4. Create a new HD – at least 20 GB. VDI format seems to work, so stick with it. The same goes for dynamic allocation.
5. When you first run your new VM, there will be a very verbose and scary-looking startup. Stick with it!
6. Eventually you will get to the traditional ‘select language’ first screen of MacOS install. Go through the process as normal until you are asked where to install OSX. There will be no available hard disks, even though you created one in step 4.
7. At this point, choose DiskUtility from the installer menu. You’ll find that no partitions/volumes have been created on the HD you created. So use partition, remembering to set format as GUID in the options pane.
8. Once the partitioning is done, close DU. This will take you back to the main installer, so install away!
9. When the installation is finished, shut down your vm and eject the installer disk from your host mac. Otherwise you’ll just be taken through the installation process again.
10. Reboot your new VM, sit through the verbose boot and lo and behold you’ll get to the normal personalisation screens as if you were installing MacOS on a real mac.
11. You won’t be able to install VB guest additions, but you’re not left without being able to share stuff between host and guest. InVB, under the devices menu, set your vm to use a ‘bridged adaptor’. Then in the VM, under system prefs, set up sharing as normal. Then your host mac will be able to see the guest and the guest will be able to see the host.

You are stuck with 1024 by 768 screen area but there are speed advantages over the 1GHz TiBook I was using – a 10·5 system running at over 2·5 GHz. I’m very pleased!