Nestled in the tranquil Borders is a wee village called
Innerleithen. It's a haven for cycling of all types, touring bikes pass through daily mounted by people
persuing their own goals, more often the end to end -lands end to John
O'Groats.....yea, they might look funny, talk way too much about routes and nutrition and probably by the time they hit the village they smell like meat pies, but they are doing it and fair play.
On any hill on any day of the week there are people seeking other challenges. Facing the fear of the MTB tracks. It's frikking awesome, there are tracks everywhere and I am never short of someone to hit the trails with, more often than not, there is a challenge in our midst.......here are but a few.......
1. To unleash a whack photo on the camera of a
fellow rider (Rider A and Rider B - Identity not disclosed!).
2. To ride the trails dressed in a
lycra skin suit and pretend you are actually on the Barbados national squad on a busy day at the trail centre.
3. To pull some wood from the giant
jenga stack without it squish squashing down on your
heeeeed.
4. To pick up a cereal box with your teeth
without letting your limbs touch the ground or
face planting on the decking (Teeny and Tracy
Brunger).
5. To get to the bottom without getting lost in the mist and calling the mountain rescue (
JC and Chris).
6. To win the
potato hitting contest, beat your component and not get too carried away that you have a full 3 feet of dangle between your legs (The
Guesty, Teeny, Big J and Little J!)
So there you have it, a snippet of village life. Get into it!! X
