Fat Lad Rides Again

I wish I could climb like Jim. Ascending the hills with speed, strength and deceptive ease.

I wish I could descend like Gezz. Hurtling down the hills with abandon, skill and balls.

I wish I was as mechanically gifted as Pete. To be able to see something, take it to bits and whizz it back together before I’ve even got the kettle on.

I wish as determined as Amy. To keep going despite injury, tired legs or whatever else life throws in the way and keep hitting double century weeks.

I wish I was as funny as Phil. Pulling laughs and humour out of any situation and ensuring any ride will always end up memorable.

I wish I had a phrase for everything like Chip. Right here he’d say something local, funny and poignant.

I wish I had Roachy’s encyclopaedic knowledge of local rides. To land in any random spot of North, East, South or West Yorkshire and hit the trails with confidence.

I wish I was as good with words as Juancho. To get across the true feeling of our two wheeled buddies and the life and good times that go hand in hand with the rolling and pedalling.

I wish I could pull it all together like stAn. To keep together and keep strong a MTB club with no fees, no rules and no bullshit for 15 years. That is a real fucking accomplishment.

But above all I wish this all will never end.

Fat Lad