Last weekend me and the fat bike traveled with Steve to Llandegla Forest in Wales to pop my bike trail cherry. Excitement! And what fun that was! The place looked more like somewhere in Norwey than Wales with pine tree plantations hidden in the mist tickled by the morning golden sunlight and frost. Couldn't ask for a better weather. Number of people could put one off at times but overall wasn't too bad. No smokers stood by the side chatting on the phones and what nots so I think I should consider myself lucky.. Otherwise that would've been my last visit there as I would've gotten escorted out (and banned for life) for sticking a twig in some middle aged fucks eye and knifing the tyres of his overkill bike.. yes I know I was on a fatbike.. Fuck you, these things are cool so you can suck it. Anyways..where were we.. awesome weather.. pine trees.. mist.. bliss... Unfortunately I didn't bring the camera.. Yup. I'm a tease. But.. I did bring it last Sunday when we visited another bike trail at Gisburn Forest in North West Lancashire (I'm getting into it baby). That was fun too. Felt better on the bike.. I think I found the psi sweet spot for climbs and semi jumps (I'll report on the number soon), didn't feel too bouncy but managed to power through uphill through some rock gardens with ease. Oh and by ease I mean I did sweat but not gone off the bike. Not too many people either which was my kind of thing, you could just stay in the zone of green loveliness and singletracks.
