I must have done something right, I can’t think what. Maybe I was some sort of saintly-type person in a previous incarnation… Like Gandhi only with better shoes and a tiny bit more round the middle.
Since Christmas I think I’ve missed maybe two rides, and every single one I pedalled has been superb. Some have been better than others without doubt, but I can’t think of one where I didn’t have a grin to accompany my aching legs.
I really am blessed with an awesome group of riding buddies, from the always reliable Pete to the original mountain biking punk Roachy. No matter the weather, the route or the mix of personalities the craic is always there.
This year I’ve seen spectacular dismounts, un-rideable descents conquered and lung busting climbs cleared, by veterans and beginners alike.
We’ve shared weather that would make Eskimos stay in on the sofa and crisp morning rides with paths clear as far as sight allows.
The Urban Dictionary defines Craic as
Irish word for fun/enjoyment that has been brought into the English language. Usually when mixed with alcohol and/or music.
Well music I can’t claim we enjoy mid-ride music but alcohol and enjoyment… there’s always plenty to go round.
To phrase the always quotable Chip “Are we having fun shag?!â€
Always mate.
So to my all riding buddies; who always inspire me to be quicker up that climb, faster down that hill or to remove my brain and engage my courage:
Fat Lad