Spring is itching to get out and do it’s thing to the trails. I for one can’t wait to get my arse-dragging-trail-rotovating-soul-crushing winter tyres off and put the hoops back into my Conti Gravitys. But with this change of weather I think about the riders past. The part time wheelsmiths (to quote stAn) who like Swallows return to the trails only as the weather turns the paths firmer…
Riders gone but not forgotten:
Martin GT – He of Bad Brains Mountain Bike Club forum fame. That is famous for posting considerably more than his pedaling…
Little Big Al – Quite a handy rider, last seen heading south on a sales visit. Never seen again….
Graham – Nice chap, fitness started to pick up, one wet dark night never to return again…
Dazwardo – Nice bike, nice bloke. Got fit for the Andes, never seen again. Maybe the llamas had him…
And many many more….
Yet some do come back from the beyond; I like to call them our Lazarus riders:
Shaun – After finally deciding exactly where his hat is to lie and call home, he’s back out and mashing the pedals.
Keith – Our very own Pootle Crew Crash Test Dummy, still living on the wrong side of the Pennines but back out struggling along. He’s getting there
Roachy (sort of) – Every ones favourite Punk Princess has also been recently sighted, once or twice on the bike too.
I even hear rumours of honorary Pootle member juancho venturing out onto the trails.
Whose due out soon in your crew?
Fat Lad
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