…….Urban Mincing 😀
The Clent Duffers (TM) have recinded my Knights of Gnarl membership, following 6 fractured ribs at the beginning of October, and relegated me to King of Mince status. As I am not one to accept such shame I am gradually getting back on to the bike and have just been pottering around where I live. Was brought up in the same town so it brings back loads of memories from my youth when we happen upon certain places.
Tonight's ride took us through a close where, as a 15 yo a group of us were on our way to a house party and outside one of the houses in this close was a transit van, the van springs were being tested to the max and the I can only remember the sounds as similar to those from the 'lassie' scene in Porkies 😯
Obviously being young and wreckless we hammered on the side of the van and pegged it, hilariously being chased by a naked bloke calling us all the b4st4rds under the sun 😆
Also passed the house where I lost my cherry to Angela many moons ago.
Anyway, in amongst the memories we discovered some little sections of sweet singletrack through the copses/spinneys or whatever small wooded areas are called, rode down flights of steps grinning like a mad man, rode up some flights of steps, discovered many dead ends, braved riding through the cemetry, discovered how hilly my town really is etc, etc but unfortunately our urban mince was cut short due to a slow puncture and the inability of Rich's 'My first Vibrator' size mini pump to reinflate his tyre.
Can't wait to do the same next week 😀
