A favourite homily of my Granny C’s was the pithy caution that, ‘Pride comes before a fall’
She was so right. Continue reading
Mountain biking, as it turns out, is quite a technical thing! After having spent most of the winter bruised and battered, falling off in prickly bushes or muddy ditches, I decided it was high time to have some tuition.
To learn the art of tearing effortlessly downhill, the tricks and skills of the trail, and of course, how to fall off properly. Continue reading →
This weekend I have decided two things:
1) I much prefer cycling on my own
2) I’m going to join a mountain bike riding club
At first glance these 2 statements may appear a little contradictory but there is method in my madness. Continue reading →
I can feel the car pulling across in front of me before I can see it. The nice clear road that was ahead of me just seconds before is now filled with a large chunk of solid metal bearing down across my path and cutting me off entirely.
The bike fishtails as I brake so hard the pads are squealing and there’s a distinct aroma of burning rubber as I slew helplessly towards the metal flank of the large saloon vehicle blocking my path. In that moment of clarity I realise that there’s nothing more I can do. Continue reading →