The Ellsworth is finished, if it ever stops raining I'll take it for a spin down the woods. In fact fuck it I'll go out in a mo.

I'm back, married, re-building the DMR and ready to go.
Haters gonna hate, the Stab has gone.
Long live the new build.

Yes, he's still faster then you.
Palmers still killing it and he's mid 40's.

Right, I'm back. Boredom, anger, rightousness and general vitriol will be forthcoming.
First I have to pick up my new TLD D2.
AWESOME!

Why are roadies so dull?
I rode the lemond in today- 14 km ride, quick time, hard work, as some of my northern friends might say, I got a reet sweat on.
I must have seen 4-5 roadies this morning, each one just stared straight on, no hello, no good morning, just head down spinning away like a retarded hamster in a wheel.
Come on fellas, your not working that hard, even I can say hello and I'm an angry young man who's late for work.
On the plus side its fucking gorgeous out there, I'll commute again tomorrow then thrash the DH bike on Sunday around the local woods.
When it'll probably rain.
Its all good for the legs though...

Why is it you ache more on a Tuesday than a Monday? Seriously... I'm ruined.
Shoulders and quads are sore, bruises on both knees from a freakishly short top tube incident, and now the hatefull come down after a weekend of raging around a hill living the dream.
Ebay tries to pacify my urges to ride my bike but its no good. Coffee is my best friend, and my memories of floaty airs, 2 wheeled drifts and catching fat middleaged IT workers on their 6 inch travel, carbon framed trail centre bikes are now a fading memory.
Damn these dark evenings. At this rate I'll be on the road bike by Thursday.

Angey is as angry does

Right, time for a new blog, I'm an mtb'er whos old enough to know better, yet young enough not to be a M.A.M.I.L. Gravity is my friend, new parts my enemy. I'm a sucker for shiny things, and have an inbuilt hatred for the dark and the cold.
Ride hard, ride well, ride fast.
Oh yeah, my DH bike was designed, welded and raced before half of you were born.