Mountain Baiku:
5 hour train ride/ farce into London in the morning bodes for a bad day. Train home is late too. Just don't want to ride now, want to watch telly and eat bangers and mash. Get gear on and load/ drive/ unload car. An old friend's grinning smile emerges from the darkness and it all starts to feel ok. 'Mr Weetabix' and I head into the woods for what turns out to be one of those intuitive and spooling fast cross country blasts through woods and paths. Mist. Mud. More. Putting the hammer down tonight and all of a sudden I don't care what time it is and when I get home. No rain. No punctures. No other people. Perfect. Even wore just the right outfit and didn't need a mid ride change. Home. Hungry. Tired. Elated. The power of mountain biking. Pizza for dinner at 11pm. Best ride of my life.
5 hour train ride/ farce into London in the morning bodes for a bad day. Train home is late too. Just don't want to ride now, want to watch telly and eat bangers and mash. Get gear on and load/ drive/ unload car. An old friend's grinning smile emerges from the darkness and it all starts to feel ok. 'Mr Weetabix' and I head into the woods for what turns out to be one of those intuitive and spooling fast cross country blasts through woods and paths. Mist. Mud. More. Putting the hammer down tonight and all of a sudden I don't care what time it is and when I get home. No rain. No punctures. No other people. Perfect. Even wore just the right outfit and didn't need a mid ride change. Home. Hungry. Tired. Elated. The power of mountain biking. Pizza for dinner at 11pm. Best ride of my life.
