Long Termer: Surly Ice Cream Truck

How is Sanny enjoying the first flush of excitement with the Ice Cream Truck? Getting acquainted One of the great things about writing for Singletrack is that it affords the opportunity to get your hands on the latest and greatest kit without having to shell out your hard earned cash. I don’t write this in an 'ooh, look at me!' manner but in recognition of the fact that mountain bike journos are in a very privileged position. We are lucky enough to be able to test the next big thing a

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Barney Marsh

Barney Marsh takes the word ‘career’ literally, veering wildly across the road of his life, as thoroughly in control as a goldfish on the dashboard of a motorhome. He’s been, with varying degrees of success, a scientist, teacher, shop assistant, binman and, for one memorable day, a hospital laundry worker. These days, he’s a dad, husband, guitarist, and writer, also with varying degrees of success. He sometimes takes photographs. Some of them are acceptable. Occasionally he rides bikes to cast the rest of his life into sharp relief. Or just to ride through puddles. Sometimes he writes about them. Bikes, not puddles. He is a writer of rongs, a stealer of souls and a polisher of turds. He isn’t nearly as clever or as funny as he thinks he is.