Fat Lad Rides Again

Fat Lad Filling

My good friend Phillis and I zoomed round the Great Yorkshire forest the weekend just gone and my creative energies (darlings) are currently being channeled through the ether to you via blogger. Just slowly.

In other news; despite exercising the most since I was a teenager, eating the healthiest since being a teenager my

Weight is firmly refusing to budge. It's pissing me off. As endearing as having a "fuel tank for a love machine" is, it's time for it to flabbily feck off.

Plans for heading stateside early autumn continue, in a moment of genius from my better half we are both taking our bikes as it's crazy cheap to fly them out with us compared to couriering them over.

The road bike is fun. If your definition of fun is dodging traffic and re enacting Death Race 2000 every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning.

What else?

Nope that's it.

Have Fun

Fat Lad

Fat Lad Could Be Unwell

The above picture is just to prove (mostly to myself I think) that the sun does indeed come out to play every now and again.

Anyways, I think I'm not right. Whenever the sun is shining and I'm stuck indoors I get ill. According to wikipedia:

The most common symptoms of SAD include extreme fatigue, oversleeping, not being able to get out of bed, overeating, carbohydrate cravings and weight gain. It can also be accompanied by the regular symptoms of depression, such as low mood, loss of interest in activities and trouble concentrating.

Blimey I tick all those boxes all year round. I find the only cure for this weather related malaise is to get out and ride. I wonder if I have inverse SAD. Maybe it's a whole new affliction. They could name it after me. FatLadMiserableGit Syndrome. I could be famous at last. Pictures of me in all good medical text books. Probably in some more graphically bad ones too.

I'm going to self medicate tonight with some swoopy singletrack descents, ball busting climbs and the company of honest decent riding buddies. I reckon, together, we can get through it.

Fat Lad

Fat Lad's First Meme

Over at Freewheeling Spirit posted up is an interseting tidbit and suitably inspired article I thought I respond here.

First Post:
The earliest record I can find is here on the "Way back machine". That link is a little flaky but works sometimes. I did have afew posts prior to that but they were delted by some script kiddy sadly. The first here on blogger was this one back when I used to do considerably less riding than now...

Most Read:
Was this one. My Sleepless in the Saddle report. Most of the traffic came from Singletrack and the vast majority never came back.

Most Commented-On:
Is actually this one. But I doesn't count because Phil used at least two comments up to abuse me over the interwebs.

There is a few more with equal numbers of comments but I consider this one my favourite for obvious reasons.

Personal Favorite:
Just a lot of fun to write. Not all my posts flow in their creation (some unkind people may same about their reading of this site too) but this one just happened.

Most Fun:
This was quite simply ace. Seven days off. Seven days of riding. Every day riding with some different, trying varied styles of writing it was just huge fun. If you missed them the first time round they're all here:

A stupid idea Day One Day Two Day Three Day Four
Day Five Day Six Day Seven Knackered

Quitting the Blog:
Never even entertained the thought. I sometimes wonder why, when something I've really enjoyed writing gets only a few page views and little comment. But truth be told this is vanity project, and I can be very vain indeed

Fat Lad

If you have a blog, consider this a meme and consider yourself tagged.

Mrs Fat Lad's Sandwood Squelcher

'My works about words
And sounds you can taste'

Unlike my husband who is often eloquent and can wax lyrical about his adventures in riding all day long, I am not the same! I use photographs to tell my stories and adventures (some of which can be seen on this blog) so instead of Fat Lad's ramblings on the Sandwood Squelcher, I give you my photographic version of the day................................

Mrs Fat Lad

Fat Lad fettles before the start