Riding Bikes For A Living
Sometimes riding bikes does feel like work.
Today me and Matt headed up to Coniston in the Lake District to explore the fells there for this issue’s route guide. And what an adventure we had!
We: got sand blasted by hailstones; got slightly lost down a dead end sheeptrack; broke our GPS (thank God for gool ol’ fashioned maps); had our bikes levitate horizontally at our sides during a brief portage session due to insane winds; forced to push down the first few hundred feet of the descent that we’d climbed all day to reach due to insane winds, rode the rest of the descent on egg shells for fear of puncturing in the fading twilight.
Thankfully spirits stayed high (for the most part anyway ;)) and we dug in and got on with the job in hand as the elements conspired against us. The sense of relief/joy/exhilaration/thingy as we finally made it back to the car was brilliant. Managed to get some pretty good pics of the ordeal too.
‘Proper Mountain Biking’ rules OK 