Fat Lad Rides Again

It’s been a few years since we’ve ridden Sherwood Pines. The last time we went we had a giggle but to be perfectly honest it was a bit dull. Trail centres realistically were only any good either in deepest darkest Wales or North of the border. Darren, one of our shop regulars, has been going with his daughter recently and had high praise for the Forestry Commision’s fine efforts.  So with a bank holiday empty of any plans we filled it with bikey plans.  Meeting times were arranged, people cajoled and with only one last minute cancellation at that.

The van was loaded up with my sillyspeed, Mrs Fatlad’s spangly new full bouncer. Phil’s Ghetto bike and a barely trained trail hound. We headed south it was going to be nothing if not a giggle. There are no real tales to regale you with; the single track was ace, sticky mud here and there, a fork on backwards and a bike incorrectly set up that only Morley’s best bicycle mechanic could solve…

Let’s let the pictures do the talking:

Fat Lad