So another exciting weekend slips by and lots of stuff has happened but STILL no riding. This weekend. It has to happen. It is no longer funny. I have to get out there and ride some trails and big hills. It’s one of my favourite times of the year to be riding and I’ve missed most of it. Winter is nigh.
Keep track of your work colleagues/loved ones/dangerous liaisons/St. Bernards (with phone in brandy keg). Yes the big bad world of communications has opened up a publically accessible channel for triangulating the location of mobile phones. I am not sure this is good news.
This article is just a really bad piece of journalism. ‘MOUNTAIN bikers who destroy protected wildlife habitats in Scotland will be fined up to £40,000 under a new law that comes into force tomorrow.’ As has been pointed out elsewhere it is almost as amusingly ill-researched as the “Thrill seeking night riders face near certain death” article which appeared in Scotland on Sunday last year. There’s a (much better) article on the new Nature Conservancy (Scotland) Act in today’s Herald.
The Act itself is accessible via the link (along with the SE press release and explanatory notes) if anyone fancies a gander. I’ve quite possibly mixed up the order of all those. Any way at least Scotland has a reasonable access law. Here in the UK you’ve just got to be cheeky.
I posted some stuff about this at the time, but across the pond, as has recently been pointed out by Chris thanks to the lovely Republican National Convention at the end of the summer, you can now get arrested for riding in a group in Manhattan. Of course, this is against the request by the city that was rejected by the court that would have made carrying a permit necessary. Basically, the NYPD are in contempt. Pictures here.
I haven’t looked at Big Jonny’s site in a while but I bet the big man has some words on the whole situation. Apparently he has some cheeky wrist bands up for grabs too, LiveWrong or something like that.
Then there’s this from the Guernsey connection:
From: Katie
Subject: Right Up Your Street
The Silent Treatment
A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each other the silent treatment. Suddenly, the man realized that the next day he would need his wife to wake him at 5:00 AM for an early morning business flight.
Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper, “Please wake me at 5:00 AM.” He left it where he knew she would find it.
The next morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight. Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn’t woken him, when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed. The paper said, “It is 5:00 AM. Wake up.”
Men are not equipped for these kind of contests. God may have created man before woman, but there is always a rough draft before the masterpiece.
Any suggestions for a suitable counterstrike to such a situation are welcome. In the meantime I depart with the return of a worthy recommended link. Yes the man with the guide dog, the man behind the allegations, as Sugar Ray would say they love to build him up and they love to see him fall. Odds on any shit sticking to Teflon Tony?
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