Mark
Bridget Mole’s Diary
With thanks to Helen Fielding…
Time for the skills of old
Before the proper ride report makes it on to the site I thought I would throw in a few words about my bike experience last night (and to prove that I am still alive!)
Eine Kleine Nacht Radfahren
Spring has arrived. I went for a quick spin round on the tarmac last night, mainly because due to commitments and apathy I haven’t been out for a couple of weeks. I also wanted to give my new brake pads a warm up and get them bedded in a bit before the weekend.
Another Banzai Badger
The screaming reality of Dusk ‘Til Dawn suddenly hit me last week, as did the realisation that the most strenuous cycling I have done over the summer has usually involved trolling along with my children in tow. In order to try and shock a bit of fitness and stamina into my lardy body, I have been popping out for a … Read the rest…
Snappy title required or perhaps “Can’t Speak French”
Just so there is no confusion this is just my thoughts on last night’s ride. I am suffering from (among other things) a touch of writers block, so calling on one of the more bizarre conversations from last night I have opted to give this post the name of a Girl’s Aloud song. If you’re wondering why, it’s Lee’s fault. … Read the rest…
I kissed a girl and I liked it…
A road bike? Mark dallies extravagantly with the Dark Side.
4 trails, 2 falls and tired, tired legs
Mark gives his thoughts on our MTB trip to Afan which covered White’s Level, The Wall, Penhydd and the Skyline trails
And now the end is near…
The end of the road for Mark’s Nail Trail, if not (quite) the end of the road for Mark. Or is it a new beginning?