Fat biking in Gisburn Forest

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.

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Recommended by Rich this was originally suppose to be a New Year fat bike destination, but instead I partied at The Castle. Managed to tick it of the list last weekend.

Procrastination for the nation. This blog has pretty much been on a hiatus for.. I don't even know how long, and frankly I think it's a waste of time to go and check.. or write about checking.. I guess the jokes on me. Still.. don't know what is it for. Perhaps for me to keep track of all the things I believe are .. interesting? funny? yeah so noble of me to share my interest with you. Or perhaps it's just to make me think better about myself? yeah.. that rings true.. It's strange how posting about all those things - for my brain,or yours for that matter (from a psychological point of view of course) - is equal to creating all those things.. And it is not. For some strange reason the brain's dim enough to get tricked like that. And it's an awful trick to experience. So... my point is.. all those posts.. as much as they tickled you in one way or another.. were pointless. There was no direction, no plan, nothing really apart from 'look I read articles about teleportation and found an obscure photographer'. So the hiatus was inevitable I suppose. And what does it all mean?.. Fuck knows. I've been biding my time, looking for distractions? But maybe I'm onto something now. Maybe. As I'm desperate. And desperation means you try doing things a different way.. I feel like a teenager that's missed the point of the film because I had to reply to a text message. Missed that one look on someones face, that subtle gesture, that scene when 'nothings really happening' to look away and miss the whole point.. for 28 years.. not knowing what the essence of the damn film was about. Fuck.

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