Thursday 27 May 1976 was a scorcher in the Cairngorm mountains. That was when I last cycled from Coylumbridge, up the rough track which wound its way through Glen Einich to Loch Einich and I loved every single sweltering inch of it. I was 20 years old and, in those days, an unusually young member of the RSF. My steed was a sturdy and trustworthy Raleigh Scorpio with 10 gears. Fast-forward 43 years. In the intervening time void, as my family comes from Strathspey, I’ve cycled many times around the much-improved tracks in the Rothiemurchus and Glenmore areas. But I never relived this particular route