*Alternatively, Fat Lad: It’s not about the bike…
Far far too long ago now, my beloved Elvis cracked. A nasty seatpost weld fail took it to the great bike scrapheap in the sky. In the two years we shared together we’ve done some serious hills both up and down I’ll miss you my mistress…
Phew, there we go I’m ok again. *sob* No really, I’m okay… *more sounds of a fat man gently weeping*
Anyways, whilst Kona really drag their polite Canadian feet sourcing me a replacement frame: ” We’ll get you a new one sometime between now and 2155. Is that alright hay? super!” Tom, the man, the legend, the sometimes vagrant, has lent me his Handsome Dog Arrow:
It has a five year old fork, which is safe to say diplomatically, fecked. The tyres are huge, draggy but decidedly awesome. The whole thing seems to tip the scale past 30 lbs. But do you know what? It rides ace. It quite simply is a whole level of fun apart to ride.
It’s got me thinking (unbelievable I know). Does it matter what steed you ride? Do you personally need to have a certain level of kit to have fun? Whats the absolute minimum you need to roll out and have fun?
I’ve seen people come out on state of the art carbon rigs and really not get “it” whilst the guy plugging away at the back on the Supermarket BSO** finishes the ride with the widest endorphin fuelled grin caked head to toe in West Yorkshire’s finest grinding paste mud.
So lastly I really can’t thank Tom enough for lending me his very own consolation bike until I’m back on the level of kit a rider of my calibre deserves…
Fat Lad
** Bike Shaped Object.
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