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Fat Lad and The Cattle Prod of Inspiration By Fat Lad

I’ve always been what you might call a social rider. My very first Mountain Bike Ride was with my cousin and a school friend on a very cold late December morning. I can barely remember the ride itself but I can still remember the banter and general piss taking as we sipped nasty coffee from a thermos flask (probably tartan patterned) sheltered in the ruins. I used to work in a bike shop and we did a lot of riding. The sort of every night and at least one weekend amount of riding….

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