Mud, mud, glorious mud

nothing quite like it for grinding your drivetrain to paste, your brake pads to mush and putting a massive smile on your face.

The rides you most remember are the ones with incidents: funny falls that don’t hurt, being wet and cold and still happy, seeing the non bikers faces as you ride by, caked in crap but still smiling. And finally getting home, washing the bike off (and each other with the jet wash!) then getting in a nice hot shower and finally warm, dry, with tea and cake…. mmmmm

We’ve not stopped riding, neither have our guests, it’s ace.

p.s. summer is round the corner – so we’ll be complaining of dust in our eyes and getting silly suntan lines soon!

1 Response to “Mud, mud, glorious mud”


  1. 1 Ian

    The mud wasn’t too bad – but the riding was fandabidosy!!
    Morzine is OK – but apart from Robinson’s bar not a lot to do other than biking – which is probably a good thing.
    If you happen on this blog and are thinking whether or not to do it – just do it!!
    Ian

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