It usually causes a nationwide hiatus, where people just put their lives on hold in many was until the hustle and bustle of Christmas is over and until the weather improves, although here in Scotland any improvement is academic at best. It feels like years have went by since my mountain bike has seen any action, and the little voice urging me to put myself in some wet and muddy danger is becoming louder and harder to resist.
I need my mountain bike. Some people need football, or retail therapy, recreational drugs or alcohol to keep them (arguably) sane, but I need my bike. It's strange that a sport that requires so much concentration can also be, for me at least, a time when I can clear my head and reboot, sort of.
But Spring is a-coming. The snow has melted and I can hear The Patriot calling me from its garage hibernation.
If global warming can eliminate this climate-imposed recreational coma, then I'm all for it!
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As crutches go, mountain biking is a pretty good one. Luckily for me, the crutch of choice is writing and I can pretty much do that in any weather and any climate... in my old house I'd have ice on the inside of the windows and fingerless mittens on my hand whilei tried to control my tremors enough to write legibly. Can't say I miss those days much but there was something to be said for defying the elements.
Anything published, Steve?
About 30 poems in various small press anthologies and a short story. Needless to say I haven't made a million.
However, I am just completing the 2nd draft of my novel and hope to acquire an agent this year... I shall keep you posted.
So, where;s your pic of some guy without a shirt on??
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