Mountain Bike Shenanigans

Inevitable
September 26th, 2007

Like death and taxes, Freshers’ Flu is unavoidable at this time of the year. It’s the result of working at a University here in the UK and lot’s of people arriving from all over the world with a payload of biological weapons that they release into the air. The question is never  whether you will get it, rather how badly and for how long and if you’re really unlucky, how many times.

Raw ingredients

The name of course isn’t necessary reflective of the actual conditions. Freshers’ Flu ranges from full on “can’t get out of bed and being sick” Influenza that lasts days to Bad Colds and Throat and Chest Infections. Malt whiskey, proper honey and lots of lemons plus Ibuprofen are the weapons of choice in the current conflict. Round one seems to be over (I’m hoping it doesn’t return).

Walking not Riding
September 21st, 2007

It’s been crazy this last few days. I rode into work on Monday and have been walking to and from work ever since. It’s just a mad time of the year with so much happening that takes people out of the office and to sites all over the City.  With careful route planning it’s easier to end up nearer home that the office at the end of the day, making a walk home an easy option.

This morning I tried a change of tack and ended up taking the bus. It’ll be the last time. Stagecoach have pushed their prices up to £1.30 now, a 20% fare increase for the same route (on which they have a monopoly) since the end of the last academic term in June. It wouldn’t have been so bad but the bus driver was an obnoxious cock who made me feel like rearranging his teeth with my bare knuckles.

Yesterday on the walk into work I had a falling out with the chap in the local post office, to the extent I’ve made a complaint about him. I get to ride home tonight and I’m now convinced that riding to bikes is the least stressful, the fastest and healthiest way to get to work.

Cover!
September 12th, 2007

A little while ago Chipps mentioned in an off the cuff remark that the Singletrack team had used a photo of me in the special magazine they’d run to mark ten years of Mountain Mayhem. This evening I finally managed to get my hands on a copy. Due to various commitments this summer I wasn’t able to make the event this year and missed all the fun.

Me!

Mark Alker’s shot is really rather good! Definitely one of the best shots I’ve ever had taken of me and I’m stoked it was chosen and captures me flying the flag for Indy Fab and Singletrack.

One of the guys in the office has been playing around with this visual relationship tool for websites. No one I’ve spoken to can see any real use for it, but it sure looks pretty.

At Home
September 9th, 2007

Working again this weekend so I’m sat in front of a computer most of the time, but I’d rather be out riding. That said I did do a bit of gardening yesterday, so it’s not all about going squared eyed. It’s been said before, but this photo by HunkyMaleCyclist sums it up – Steve Peat Rocks:

Steve Peat Wall ride

More from Fort William and results…

Had a Few
September 5th, 2007

There should probably be a rule about posting after a few drinks. It’s 9.30pm and I’ve just come home from work. Since 6.30pm work has consisted of talking to colleagues over a buffet dinner, which degenerated into rumour mongering and work based story telling. The amusement in this was that it included some shocking revelations about high ranking individuals. These emerged after over several large glasses of wine whilst we helped do our bit to support South African wine growing.

Anyway Eurobike  is on and Chipps and a load of journos are there. The Germans are getting hot under the collar about making  machine aluminium components that may break at any given time if you don’t weight less than 65kg – but they probably don’t stipulate that on the packaging.

It has come to my attention that Chillmeister isn’t dead just incredibly slack at updating his website. Probably because a) He has too many and b) because he is spending time with his beautiful wife and their boys.

IMBA: Long Live Long Rides