Another beautiful day, took the dream machine round familiar territory, Milton of Campsie area, birth place of Thomas Muir, so that marks it out as somewhere special. The house he grow up in, still stands, it is not far from Milton of Campsie, at Huntershill, just outside Bishopbriggs. However, it is not just Thomas Muir that makes this place stand out in my mind, It was on the main road in Milton of Campsie that I was cycling along approaching a junction, a car was coming the other way and indicated he was turning right, across my path. Although I knew I had right of way, but I don't trust motorists, I eased off to see what he would do, he stopped, so I went on, he then changed his mind and tried to get round in front of me. The result was that I hit his back door, rolled over the roof of his car and slide down over his boot and landed on my knees behind the car. It was my old steel framed bike, so no damage there, but one of my knees was rather swollen, so it was off the bike for a few weeks. He did give me a lift home, ah, the camaraderie of the open road open road.