We had stupid crashes, whiplash branch injuries, a large flight of migrating cranes overhead, forests, fields, and even a detailed debate about cock-rings. It doesn't get better than that.
However the bikes seemed to be falling apart nearly as fast as the riders. All of us had some kind of mechanical issue, probably due partly to our throwing the bikes against the scenery time after time.
Phil managed to fall over the wrong side of his bike down an escarpment, pick the bike up and then repeat it perfectly 10 yards later. Hilarious
Apart from the comedy riding moments, my favourite bits of our days out are the surreal discussions we have during the breaks. I particularly liked the idea we came up with that if we all donated the few properly working body parts we still possess as a group, we might just be able to construct one half-decent rider, held together by cable-ties and gaffer tape. A kind of frankenstein greenlaner...
Got any pics to share Phil?
