|My new stead|
Given all the running and probably also due to Olympic fever, I thought it was time to add a new activity to my fitness regime...time to buy a mountain bike. Being a gadget freak, getting a mountain bike was not dissimilar to one of my trips to the Apple Store, expensive but very worthwhile!
My purchase was made at a somewhat local store, just the other side of Reading. The sales assistant knew I was a newbie but treated my ignorance without laughing too hard or as frequently as I would have done if the roles had been reversed. I loved the fact he just pulled a bike from the rack and told me to take it round the block, no ID, no name, nothing at all....just a level of trust you don't find very often these days.
|A litte muddy & wet after a trip around the local hills|
With helmet, gloves, shorts, mud guards, saddle pack, spare inner tubes, repair kit, roof bars and Thule bike rack all sorted I was ready to hit the trails. Luckily I live near Swinley Forest in Berkshire, which is a haven for Mountain Biking and the perfect place for me to find my bike legs again. Surprisingly getting back on a bike was easier than I thought and apart from being saddle sore, I was soon pushing myself round all of the easy trails and attempting some of the more difficult downhill descents.
What better way to spend a weeks holiday than at our house in Wales with an offroad trip across the Brecon Beacons to Mum & Dads place...as the crow flies it's about 16 miles.....simples! Oh and while I'm at it, why don't I rope in Nikki to join me, perfect! Or that's what it should have been but we hadn't even got 1/2 a mile up the road and I was being cursed at.....it turns out Nikki hadn't remembered our house is the in the bottom of a valley, so all roads out lead upwards! She won't be forgetting that any time soon I don't think.
|Nikki showing off|
By the time we made it over to Libanus Common, Nikki was a little tired and perhaps a little saddle sore, having not been on a bike for quite a few years. I'm not allowed to mention being sent to get the car to pick her up at mile 15, so I better wrap up this post before I get in to trouble.