Celebrating a half century for a Shaman is similar to a barmitzvar for a Jewish kid – it’s more a coming of age than a welcome to the world of free health checks and marketing mailshots for Saga holidays. And Shaman celebrated his by removing the stabilizers from his bike and “riding solo”!

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Not bad for a trainee coffin-dodger huh? And some of his young friends came along too…

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No photo set is complete without the obligatory @r$e shot – Shaman leads from the front.
Shorts? In December? WTF!

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The Industrial Fells shine in the reflected light of Shaman’s aura

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It doesn’t get much more Industrial than this

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And of course, no ride is complete without a gurning championship, and Routemartin walked away with this afternoon’s prize

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And into the quarry

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At this pointShaman’s mechanical ineptitude came to light. There were no bolts holding his rotor in place. What a hero – two hours riding before he tried to use his back brake! A skill level I can but dream about!

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and on that note, we rode off into the Rochdale sunset

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