Over at Freewheeling Spirit posted up is an interseting tidbit and suitably inspired article I thought I respond here. First Post: The earliest record I can find is here on the “Way back machine”. That link is a little flaky but works sometimes. I did have afew posts prior to that but they were delted […]
Author Archives: Fat Lad
Fat Lad Returns to the Sandwood Squelcher
A colleague once asked me if I can drive. I could only reply: “Well, I’ve got a license…” So when Mrs Fat Lad and I head north (Nearly ten hours of Mrs Fat Lad’s Doppler shifting driving) the only petrol head in our relationship does the motoring. Even being on holiday certain traditions must be […]
Fat Lad and His Most Rubbish Ride Ever
You may or may not have noticed, that, on the whole I’m a cheery kind of chap. This coupled with a laid back attitude that drives Mrs Fat Lad crazy means that rides that most riders would weep into their handlebars I can pull a positive out of. “Still” I can usually heard to be […]
Fat Lad is Dazzled
“Feck me it’s supposed to be Spring” “I think I’ve changed my tyres a few rides too early” “I think you’ve changed your tyres a few months too early” “Cold for April int it?” “This time last year we were already in shorts and summer jerseys” “When is this ground going to dry out” “I’m […]
Fat Lad Lives
Reports of my demise have been greatly under reported. However I still live. Just about. A week of very fine food and very little riding has played havoc with my waistline and so I’m pedalling like a lunatic to try and shrink it back to my previous *ahem* athletic physique. There are dark and malicious […]
Fat Lad Wants to Know…
What’s your favourite bit of trail? Not ride, but your one two or three hundred yard stretch of dirtly nirvana that you would put into every ride if you could. Thinking of this I was torn between the incredibly twisty bit of heart racing singletrack on the Long Newmiller ride (Wakey boys and girls will […]
Fat Lad Has Earned His Summer
I’m fed up. I’m fed up of filth coated bikes. I’m fed up of the grinding paste West Yorkshire mud destroying parts. I’m fed up of being cold. I’m fed up of riding in the dark. But mostly I want to ride in shorts and summer jerseys again. I reckon I’ve earned my summer. Hell, […]
Fat Lad: In Memorandum
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 […]
Fat Lad; Going Going Gone
Go Mountain Bike. Go Run. Go play football. Go Road Ride. Go Ski,Snowboard or Sledge. Go Hike. Just Go. Because sooner or later it’s all gone. Fat Lad (inpired by TOB)
Fat Lad, Mad For It In Manchester
One of the most rewarding things about riding with the crew I hang off the back of is the good people who I have managed to coerce into friendship. What makes it even more the humbling is that this is despite my many failings of personal hygiene and constant social faux pas. So with two […]