It started like all good things with the best of friends. The too low incandescent sun turned singletrack into zoetropic cinematic strobe pathways. The sky began cartoon bi-plane blue easing into flame copper lastly to inky cobalt clear cool night. In truth there was probably more rotation of gossip than pedals. Hills were attacked both [...]
Not sure how capitalised that title should be but hey ho. Thoroughly fucking fed up is the only way I can describe things. My resolutions/targets are becoming like Albatross around my neck. We have an uninhabitable flood damaged dining area due to ‘turns-out-to-be-the-completely-wrong-fucking-one-pump ‘ and my beloved bikes are now probably being ridden by some [...]
But the batcave was broken into and my bikes have gone. The one saving grace was that my hardtail was still at the shop… Fat Lad
Welcome to Fat Lad monthly, the periodical for the more amply cushioned derriere customer. Running Goal – To run at least once a week Wow, I really am hanging onto this one by the skin of my teeth. One run a week or two at best has let my form go horribly. Every run I [...]
I break the hours of my day up into to two things: On the days I ride: When am I riding and When do I get to eat next? On the days I’m not riding: When Do I get to eat next? Pretty much that’s it. I’m only five foot something, I’m chunky, I have [...]
Here is the latest summary of the last four pedaling weeks of my life: Running Goal – To run at least once a week So far so good. I *think* I might actually be getting better at it too. Scary thought… Riding – To Ride 2000 MTB Miles in the Year Hey, what’s that over [...]
The images look wonderfully formatted on the main site but look dog rough in anything else. Also due to a malfunctioning plugin if you click an image from your rss reader it will give you an error. Your best bet for just this one post if you want to see the big picture (pun intended) [...]
Another poorly organised Fat Lad excursion led to an awesome day at the brilliant Gisburn Forest under the very finest of English skies with the very finest of mates: Fat Lad truckin’ along. Bet that water is bloody freezing. Looking good fellas. The always brilliant octagenarian Steve on the left and Phil on the right. [...]
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Another month, another 4ish weeks of life flying away like a XC whippet disappearing over the horizon. Running Goal – To run at lease once a week This one I’m dead proud of. Now we’re in the new place, original pootler and all round good egg AmyP who lives across from us, has been forcing [...]