Back to the mud again

Back to the mud

Mountain biking as it should be

I really have become a bit of a sad old roadie – getting more like my Dad every week as I sat looking out the window waiting for the rain to stop. By Sunday I’d had enough and did what I should have done all week – went out on the mountain bike and got proper muddy.

Thoroughly enjoyable, had Swinley Forest almost to myself and blew away all the cobwebs in about three hours.

Got home to an email from the old man himself entitled “The deluge” moaning about not going out and I felt even better for having broken the genetic mould.

Thanks to former colleague Sara for suggesting a alternative : Scubster pedal powered submarine. I think I’ll keep to me mud for the moment – nearer to home!