I woke up this morning wondering if this is how it feels to be old. Iâ€™ve a mixâ€™nâ€™match of ailments including sore head (too much post ride beer), sore back (too many runs on the dual) and sore shoulder (plank bites man). Short of trawling the second hand market for a FreeRide Zimmer frame, my options would seem to be:
a) Stop whinging
b) Initiate a fitness programme to radically improve core stability.
c) Develop a landing technique that stops treating the bike as a two wheeled spade.
d) Buy a(nohter) new full suspension bike.
a) is clearly not going to happen since Iâ€™m a card carrying Yorkshireman â€“ whinging is basically our regional identity.
b) appears to warrant a time commitment that could be better spent drinking beer.
c) is an aspiration, but nothing more than that as, in a year of progression I’ve peaked at the â€œclose eyes, clench buttocks and hope for the best” stage.
Looks like d) then.
There was a Spesh SX trail at Chicky yesterday which was looked the prunes d’un chien and seemed to ride ok as well. Like thatâ€™s important.
Still Iâ€™d better keep option d) well away from Carol whoâ€™d quite legitimately add â€œGBH with edged cutlery” to my list of injuries if I instigate another bikes not food programme.