Saturday, September 8, 2012

Get Fit Or Die Tryin'... 2 years on.

Get fit or die tryin'.

Its now two years since I got my pushbike. I think I can now say I'm relatively fit! I can now cycle up hills without feeling like I'm having a rectal prolapse, and I can go down them without feeling like I'm on a semi controlled mushroom trip.
These days I cycle the eight miles to work most days (there and back) and I've got my Surly Pugsley which I've been using exclusively for the past few weeks, so I figured it was about time to drag my 456 out the shed and kick its arse Yak style once more.

Get fit or die tryin'.

Get fit or die tryin'.

Get fit or die tryin'.

Get fit or die tryin'.
Kinchie. I've been riding trail this for over twenty years.

'Kinchie arm.
If you nail Kinchie fast enough you get Kinchie Arm. Don't worry, it washes off.


I'm really fucking glad I got back into push bikes. I've been doing the same ride as I done today for over twenty years. That's a fucking long time, but I love that my local woods are a big part of my life. I makes me appreciate what we've got around here. Its fucking quality.

Get fit or die tryin'.



I also took Faithir's new Harley for a spin down the coast to pick up some meat from Anderson's butchers in North Berwick. Its a Dyna Switchback. Unlike older Harley's the brakes and suspension seem to work. It even handles well once you get used to the way you need to ride it, using your shoulders more than anything else. 

Faithirs Hog

Faithir has fitted a Vance and Hines pipe to the bike so it sounds the part, but it doesn't knock your cunt in when you ride it. Its pretty smooth and sort of works well, and to me that takes away from the whole Harley thing. My first experience of a Harley was a Sportster that tried to shake your organs out and I missed this on the newer bike. Don't get me wrong, it was still fucking great to take the bike for a spin. I went out in only my Bamboo lid and a T shirt and I remember riding along thinking riding this bike is like a holiday, Its that good, the sound when you open it up, it felt fucking great. Loads of other folk seemed to like it too, they were all waving and smiling but I still missed the good  vibrations of the older bikes trying to shake themselves apart.
Was still fucking good though, cheers Dad.

Faithirs Hog

Oh, I made a cunt of cooking the meat, but more on that soon.

5 comments:

  1. Hahaha.....so your not a fat bastard then?

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    1. Still a fat fucker, now a fit fat fucker though!

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  2. Mike you sure do have a way with words.

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  3. Three years? Good job on riding your bike every day. My damn push bike doesn't come with a throttle so it is still hanging in the garage. I need one with more than three gears with the winds we have around here. A three speed beach cruiser is crap most days.

    Oh and good score taking your dad's Harley for a spin. They don't make them like they used to, but they are more reliable now days.

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    1. Ahhh, wooops. Its only been two years, my mistake!
      Get your pushbike out, you'll have great fun!

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