Coffin Cold

As I eventually steeled myself to exit the front door into the bitter December cold, I was met with a bizarre sight. Belting down the road was a red mini with a coffin strapped to the roof. This is true by the way. Behind it was a hearse, travelling at a substantially higher speed than you would normally expect. The mini braked hard and swung down the small side street on the opposite side of the road. The hearse braked even harder, screeching and with smoke wafting up from the front tyres, before following the mini (and attached coffin) at break neck speed.
One thing I haven’t mentioned in this scene is the little red buggy type car which was in front of the mini. That’s because the information that there was camera crew in the buggy kind of spoils it a bit! Apparently it is all going to appear in the new series of skins. So there may be a bemused on looker, complete with mtb, helmet on and shorts standing behind cars.
My oh my it was chilly on my exposed legs. However, a sunny Sunday lunchtime following a dry week at this time of year is not to be missed. How could I not head out to the woods for a bit of biking masochism? And so me, my bike and my cold legs plodded our way up to Ashton Court in the winter sun. It soon became apparent that the review of the top mtb UK cities featured in this months MBR magazine had convinced people to visit. I met a number of bikes heading the wrong way along sections of trail that I not seen that on before. There were obviously a few navigational problems going on. Being helpful and kindly, I left them to find out for themselves instead of berating them loudly . . . .