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.