This was my second fixed 200. March brought in the first nice weather and warm enough weekend so I registered for a perm on a familiar route. I think I rode this twice previously: as a perm also last year, and as a calendar event a few years ago. 2500ish m climbing seemed a non-negligible amount for a fixed drivetrain but I was surprised how doable it ended up being. One of the least painful brevets thus far for me. I usually get anxious over effort and fuel economy and layering but I didn't find myself thinking twice about anything this time. I knew where to expect food and I started with only a pack of oat cakes in the bag. I had my light down puffy and that felt like enough security against the cold morning and evening when temps dropped close to 0. I didn't care about perceived effort or cadence and I didn't even check my milage until about halfway. I was enthusiastically consenting to the pace of the 44*17 ratio, I felt dumb and submissive and a little unburdoned. There was a bit of ice and snow around the tree-sheltered stretches towards Pitlochry, my front wheel almost got away from me at one moment, but I kept upright. I put away the jacket between noon and the sunset and was only kind of chilly throughout. Showa 282 gloves came in clutch. Velotoze overshoes disappointed -- I only tried them on one short ride before but I found them both torn, presumably from walking and mishandling them. I wouldn't want to have to baby them any more than I did so I'm writing them off. I dunked my foot in a puddle at the start of the ride and tried to dry one of the wet socks with body heat in my pocket, but I think both feet got similarly cold and wet eventually. I'll try waterproof socks next time. A very cheerful and undramatic ride until maybe km180 when my underfeeding caught up with me. I skipped getting food on the last two CPs and rode on Harios alone, which was hard on the stomach and a handful would not last long before I would start to feel weak again. Easy enough mistake to make, and I treated myself at a chippy at the end. Thankfully I didn't get stuck out anywhere and the Gleneagles station had the heated waiting rooms open. 11ish h, I say that's good time, legs were only reasonably knackered, altogether a fixed 300 is warranted.