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Fat Lad Rides the Silkstone Scorcher

Hard to believe maybe, but, Fat Lad does have some friends. Despite the, at best, basic level of hygiene and his terminal foot in mouth disease: (to a female colleague on her new winter coat: “It’s nice that the collar and cuffs match…”) people do communicate with me. Mostly with kind words too. Chip contacted […]

Fat Lad is a Freak

I’ve always been a little bit, ahem, different. In fact Mrs Fat Lad has called me “Special” many many times, with about fifty-fifty usage of the quotation marks with her fingers to go with her assertion. In my normal, everyday existence I’m completely random in everything I do. I have before now left my car […]

Fat Lad is Worried….

I’m just setting off out of the door on a Sunday jaunt and I have deliberately broken one of my pre-ride routines…. if the very fabric of the cosmos starts to unravel while I’m out I can only apologise. I do fear for my fellow riders however…. All will be explained soon after my return…….. […]

Fat Lad Needs….

Fat Lad: Sweetheart, I need some new wheels, the old ones are groaning a bit and these are very bling for the price…. Mrs Fat Lad: Will they make the climbs any more rewarding or the descents any more satisfying? Fat Lad: Okay, but, Darling, those handlebars of mine are looking a little tired now […]

Fat Lad is Knackered

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Fat Lad’s Ionan Inspiration

Six hours driving, Mrs. Fat Lad’s superb company and many, many miles later and we were in Fort William with a week off to relax and recharge. With way too much food eaten and an even more unnecessary amount of ale quaffed Wednesday rolled round too quickly; this was the day we had decided to […]

Fat Lad is North O’ The Border

Normal service will resume shortly… I’m in FOrt William, Scotland and have grabbed ten minutes access in an Internet Cafe while Mrs. Fat Lad’s back is turned…. I should have a least one hebridean ride for your ocular delight on return so tune in and be delighted by my winning prose and Mrs Fat Lad’s […]

Fat Lad Rides With an Old Friend

On the last short sleeve ride of the year the pootle crew’s ranks was swelled by a ghost of Bad Brains past.Memories in my possession of early club days shine brightly through the nostalgia, and most of them contain Technical Pusher in some frame of reference or another. Back when the Kona was all but […]

Fat Lad Doesn’t Ride Again, Not Tonight Anyway

Over the hills, through the fields, my riding buddies face the wet night armoured in baggies and lycra. Jousting their pedalling demons astride steeds of courage; they light up the dark woods and paths, lamps burning the evening air with their passing. As I sit here sorting out the inevitable minutae of life I wonder […]

Fat Lad’s Premature Pootle

For the second Sabbath running we had rode an absolutely stonking route. 16.5 miles of hills, thrills and bellyache. Taking in one of the most notorious climbs round these here parts, the week previous I managed to conquer it without coughing up any part of my respiratory system. However on this AM adventure it wasn’t […]