Fat Lad Is touched.......

Make of the post title what you like :)

A good friend of mine has sent me this E-card for my birthday on Saturday!!



Cheeky Minx!

Love it really!

I've got last Thursdays ride to write up, which was an adventure with many emotional highs and lows ;) and as I'm zooming to the scottish higlands this weekend it will either be done tommorow or when I get back.

Fat Lad

Sorry dAd......

I've sorted out my english in the two posts below. I'll be more careful next time, I promise.


Fat Lad

Fat lad rides the Reservoir Raid

I'm told that there is an old chinese insult: "May you live in interesting times". Well in that case last night was quite possibly the most insulting night I've ever had. I wont go into the specifics, but it involves the local McDonalds employed, public cider drinking, peasant scum and a member of the Tuesday Night Pootle Crew quite understandibly losing his temper.

Until then the ride had been awesome with a new face, a beautifully low orange moon (though I did forget my feckin camera), a gorgeous late summer evening and an all round good time.

I got some of these in the clear lens option. Unlike the Blue Collar Guys (jammy gits who did you have to donate a kidney to) I have to buy my stuff and I have to say they have been very very good. They did fog a little bit when stood, but on the climbs didn't fog at all. My first impressions of them are pretty good.

Happy Days

Fat Lad

Fat Lad Rides the Roachy Ramble

Roachy is a jinx. Not only does he hobble himself with a summer of injuries, but he manages to make me late too. Not quite sure how, but he does. Pretty much every week he’s not been riding, I’ve been either on time (well some times) or just a few minutes late (more than likely).

At the chippy there was a decent crowd waiting to go. Eight in total, not bad to say these Tuesday rides were originally to help with my fitness for the Thursday rides.

Everybody ready we made our way to the first off road track squinting when looking over our shoulders. With a very pleasant surprise we crossed the road to find the gate open. Everyone flying down the trail, dust clouds pluming I stopped to take a piccie.



Golden fields and sunshine. I feckin love it.

With Shiela’s chain twisted during the climb from Nam to the cricket club, we all waited while decisions were made. Quicker than you could shout Chip’ll-fix-it he was working his magic with his pliers and mine.

All mechanicals sorted we were on our way again with both Chip and Gezz clearing the Church Steps. I’m not jealous. Nope. Not one little bit. Ahem.

With a Tuesday pootle first we all made it to the top of the next climb. Momentum carried we made our way to the drop where a kid on a battered BMX offered me swaps for my humble steed. On other rides I’d have probably taken up his offer. But I was buzzing with the last hours of summer and nothing was going to take me from my NuNu.

From here it was steady away home. At my gaff the post ride buzz of the dying hours summers put a big smile on my face.

Fat Lad