Cycling here in the UK is great. Problem is H is down South, and it's over populated. Come up north and it's wild. We have some awesome riding up here.
A few months back we decided to get together for a few days riding with friends, talk crap, drink beer, mess about with tools and bikes, burn meat on the BBQ.... You know, the usual sh*t. Word gets around, the numbers build, and here we are with just three days to go and we have over sixty folk turning up including two dudes flying in from Iowa.
I love motor racing, but cycling comes a close second. It's the same craic, good people, good times. We are no athletes, unless drinking beer and talking rubbish becomes a sport. Look at it this way.... We have yet to invent a time machine, yet at the weekend I'll be hanging around in the woods, pulling skids and popping wheelies, flying along through the trees, getting muddy, tearing holes in jeans, jumping off things, and generally acting like a twelve year old kid again with all my buddys. It's good for the soul man.
So who cares about a bit of dog sh*t occasionally!