Oil stained, tea soaked, biscuit crumbed and day dreaming. Lost in freewheeling thought and doodling with tyre tracks. Flat out, laid out, and broken all the same.
June 14th
23:38 GMT
There’s a bit of cheeky downhill in Leigh Woods, a slick rooty dip, into a rock step, into a loamy right. And I just can’t ride it. Yesterday, my bike bounced over my head and 20m down the hill. And now I have to bleed the bloody brakes again. If anyone wants me to show them the line, and then show me how to ride the bastard, tweet me. Right now.
This blog started with DOT 5.1, but it ain’t ending here.

There’s a bit of cheeky downhill in Leigh Woods, a slick rooty dip, into a rock step, into a loamy right. And I just can’t ride it. Yesterday, my bike bounced over my head and 20m down the hill. And now I have to bleed the bloody brakes again. If anyone wants me to show them the line, and then show me how to ride the bastard, tweet me. Right now.

This blog started with DOT 5.1, but it ain’t ending here.