This time digitally rather than on the quagmired hills we call home.
Right then first up – The logs link on the left ( <- that way ) are up-to-date and free of annoying Memory Map feck ups. I know this because I have checked. Every. Fecking. One. Of. Them. So, now you shouldn't get the "do you want to import or skip position" pop up a million times with each route. Also from a mapping perspective each of those files is lovingly being converted to GPX as well, so if you use something other than the quite brilliant Memory Map you’ll be able to see my slow hill climbing too. Next up. Alex of Pickled Hedgehog will be along soon to answer one of Mountain Biking greatest mysteries. At least he bloody ought to be as he whored himself out to…
If you’re not reading his blog regularly then do; because it’s bloody funny.
Lastly. On last weeks ‘quite-simply-the-most-fun-I-have-had-on-a-bike-for-a-long-time’ pootle, Pete went over the bars. The very same water filled crater that launched me over too.
“Bit deep that wasn’t it Pete”
“Nah, it wasn’t that bad” he replied “but I’m sure I heard somebody say g’day as my chin broke the fall”
Fat Lad
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