A few weeks ago my pal, Cameron,  astutely pointed out that cycling is the new golf.

As a lifelong cyclist who has a rabid aversion to just about all games involving hitting, kicking and catching balls of any kind. I tried hard not to be offended. Yet I cannot shake the idea and I am beginning to think he could be right.

As an avid follower of anti-fashion this does not mean I now have to give up cycling and take up mountain boarding to stay ahead of the curve. No, I don't need to cos I am a theoretical Rat Biker. Well maybe not entirely theoretical I have always ridden a motley collection of bike parts and prided myself on my improvistational bike repair skills.

To fit into my newly chosen sub cult of Rat Bikeism I will up the ante.
Which is why I am going to start work on a bamboo-rolling-tall-bike with a flame thrower.