No, not that sort of tart! Just an excuse to post gratuitous pictures really…… No, usually, of a Monday I ride Big Bird down to the Boulangers in Rochechouart and treat myself to a sticky tart, then I ride back, tart in rucksack, before enjoying a few minutes of self indulgence with the tart and strong fresh black coffee. This Monday was just such a day.

Anyway, who should I happen to meet in town, but international motorcycle enduro rider PK Cheetham. Now, PK has ridden with the best on a motorbike, and I reckon he’d love MTB’s if he’d just give them a try, but try as I might, I cannot get him to pop his MTB cherry. I try tricking him, “feel how supple the suspension is on Big Bird”, I say. I pick her up and drop her, she sticks dead as a dead thing, not a sign of rebound. “She’ll never buck you, here try for yourself”, I say and push Big Bird towards him. He pumps the suspension a little, “very nice”, he says. “Marzocchis!”, I say, knowing he’ll be impressed. “Where’s the engine? where’s the start button?”. If he’d just try her once, I know he’d be hooked. Any ideas how I can get him to give it a go?

Tart in rucksack I head for home. My legs are tired from the weekends efforts, I spin an easy gear. The real tart? She’s a beauty. Betcha can almost smell the coffee 🙂