Nattering old women

At last, a beautiful Sunday morning, all 3 of us out and about, and a very nice ride to be had. Apart from the odd clanking noise coming from my bottom bracket (which Bicycle Repairman has promised he will look at) there was nothing to spoil the enjoyment.

Is it just me, or is someone missing?

Many years ago when we started this mountain biking lark, I seem to recall a thin, blond haired bloke, who used to cycle with us. He was a keen sort, a born again biker. Strong uphill, confident down. Recently he seems to have vanished, disappearing into a world of Christmas shopping, illness and blogmastering. Where is that bloke? Have his … Read the rest…

I thought I should give this a try

As Matt has gone to all the effort of setting this up, I thought I should give it a try.

If you build it they will come

Lumbering over the horizon comes the carcass of a blog designed to appeal to the tastes of anybody who has ever got muddy on a mountain bike, as opposed to putting on a tracksuit and ambling down a towpath on a Halfords £99 special one Sunday afternoon.

Bikers wisdom

On reaching the bottom of Juniper Bottom there were various comments about the spray from the mud and general poor visability by the time we reach where we were.

It’s a toe job

Well I was itching to get back on the bike last weekend after doing the Downs Link ride the week before that but I found myself wanting in the toenail department to the tune of 0.5.