Currently off the bike due to illness and have been for the past couple of months. This lay off reminds me of how much I love mountain biking. I’ll ride any bike with anybody and often do but the thing that excites me is mountain biking, whether local woodlands or Peak jaunts. This is how it’s been for the past 25 years and I still feel that frisson at the idea of flowing down a particular trail or clearing a tech section, but mostly just that “phwoar” when you get back from a day in a remote hilly area, lost in the moment and totally self reliant, and I don’t care how much money/time/maintenance it costs to give me that, it makes me feel alive. Writing this makes me want to grab my bike and go now, but one of the joys of ageing is getting more accepting, and I’ll just have to wait another fortnight