Mountain biking

Ever since I first set foot on my beautiful, bright red Italian road bike five years ago (five years, how those littluns grow, eh?) I have felt at home on it and increasingly alienated from mountain bikes. There is something so wrong about their squidgy (flexible) tyres, the plump (solid) built and the awkward (straight) handlebar. However, today I have taken my little grey friend out for adventure, and we had a whale of a time, bouncing and hopping and bumping around on beautiful forest trails, playfully enjoying life in each other's company.