Just back from a ride round the Black(*) run at Thetford in the dark and the rain with a different, older son, and another friend.
I can't believe that motox can possibly be cool. Riding around on bikes, just the three of us in the quiet of the forest, a thin drizzle seeping through the trees, the noise of my freewheel quietly ticking away, the rhythmic scratching from the disc brakes, and the occasional owl hoot – how can thrashing around with a noisy smelly lump of steel strapped to you possibly compare?
Now. Just need to convince son number 2 of this….
(*) "Black" refers to the colour of your bike and clothes at the finish, not how hard it is to ride.