Peaslake Drop

Note: I've re-edited the video from the original post, to add in some more stuff. Watch again if you've already seen it.

As per Richards post below, here is a quick video of last weekend. We did a load more stuff but I'm working with a new camera, so a little behind... more to come.



Mark2

PS I've now also got a GoPro head cam and the footage off it looks awesome... get ready for some new videos soon.

Big Bikes Rule

This weekend I've been mostly riding with Mark2. We managed to get out on both days and have been stoked by (generally) dry trails and spring-like temperatures. Whilst the rest of the OTHers have been notable only by their absence in the last month I've been reacquainting myself with my Nicolai and Mark2 has been getting used to his Scratch.
It really is amazing how much pilot error can be compensated for by 7 inches of travel!
We've been hitting a few choice features as well as plenty of new trails, hopefully Mark will be along soon to post some video highlights.
Maybe see you guys out there some time?
Rich

One down from riding - Fettling

There is only one thing better than spending a warm sunny spring morning stripping down your bike, digging out the grime from the deepest depths of the bottom bracket, cleaning everything with copious amounts of GT80 (Not the brakes Dave) applying fresh grease and rebuilding the bike to within an inch of its life....


.....and that's riding your bike on a warm sunny spring morning!

Why Cake = Fat

Just thought I'd let you know that there is a medical reason as to why I have become a lardy fat-boy cake-snatcher over recent months, and riding like a hippo on a unicycle on the hill.

It turns out that I have a problem with my thyroid, which is not working. This is serious but treatable. I have some tablets to take (for ever, apparently), and these will return me to my svelt and racing-snake previous self over the course of the next few months, whereupon I will return to mercilessly taking the pish out of fat people again..

It was a close run thing... with my weight rapidly approaching 14 stone, and having just bought a load of bigger-necked shirts (none of my work shirts button up without me turning purple and eyes popping out...), I was in danger of having to follow my own beliefs and shoot myself in the back of the head before boiling my own lardy arse down for soap.

In the meantime, no more cake, thanks.

PS - in reply to Bish's comment below, yes, I am painfully aware that 'thyroid problems' are the favoured excuse of the 20 stone pie brigade..... and frequently have I responded with 'is that your cream bun gland then, the one that means you can't walk past a home bakery without emptying the front window, you lump of lard' ... So perhaps God is a fattie, and this is divine retribution.