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I
’m currently sat at my desk in the
Singletrack office trying to type with
numb fingertips.
I haven’t been riding
today.
My fingertips are still numb from
yesterday’s ‘ride’ in the Lake...
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singletrackworld.
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I
’m currently sat at my desk in the
Singletrack office trying to type with
numb fingertips.
I haven’t been riding
today.
My fingertips are still numb from
yesterday’s ‘ride’ in the Lake District.
I place the word ‘ride’ in inverted
commas because the experience was more
like being burdened with a mountain bike
whilst carrying out some particularly sadistic
form of outdoor practical joke.
The intended route was huge (we
were packing lights).
The weather was
dreadful – constant rain fluctuating between
spectacle-uselessifying drizzle and almosthail combined with strong gusty winds.
The
ground conditions were mostly puddles, mud
and soggy grass.
There were no views to take
solace in – visibility was minimal and it felt like
it was getting darker from the moment daylight
appeared during the drive up there.
Basically, yesterday’s ordeal was probably
the grimmest ride I have ever experienced.
It was fabulous.
And althoug
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