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 saying: “You could be at home sat on the sofa doing feck all rather than being out pedalling. How many people get to experience all our glorious hobby has to offer?”
Not Tuesday gone. Maybe it’s the incredibly wet Spring we’re having. Maybe it’s the elusive dream of Summer getting my hopes up. But I endured quite possibly the most miserable ride of my life. My waterproof boots, turns out, aren’t*. My waterproof socks** were also swimming. The ground could not hold any more water and so rather than riding through the sticky drive train destroying mud we were riding through wet sloppy drive train destroying mud.
My hand were soaked. My wisdom tooth had decided that this very night was the perfect opportunity to push through my gums and was throbbing painfully too. There was no grip to be had anywhere. Even riders who hadn’t been so short sighted to change from mud tyres slipped and slopped the whole ride through. Then I crashed, adding wet riding gear to my increasing tally of misery.
A few miles later we decided to call it quits.
What was your worst ride?***
Fat Lad
* Specialized defrosters – avoid like the plague
** Which I only bought because my boots turned out to be so bloody awful
*** This is a filler post because Mrs Fat Lad is rubbish at getting pictures to me ;)****
**** Blimy I’m getting like Alex with all these *’s.
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