Throwback Thursday – GBRS

Throwback Thursday – GBRS

My GPS and I, we have a strange relationship. It’s not quite as dramatic as love/hate. But it is full of subtle nuances, just like the tracks it has led me down.

The first thing you need to know is that I did not grow up here. These are not my childhood stomping grounds, I didn’t explore them on Choppers or BMX’s. I was late to mountain biking and late to East Lancashire too. Issue71_orig_Page_066_Image_0001

 

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So if you were lucky enough to have been given a shiny GPS this Christmas… try and put it in your backpack occasionally.

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Barney Marsh takes the word ‘career’ literally, veering wildly across the road of his life, as thoroughly in control as a goldfish on the dashboard of a motorhome. He’s been, with varying degrees of success, a scientist, teacher, shop assistant, binman and, for one memorable day, a hospital laundry worker. These days, he’s a dad, husband, guitarist, and writer, also with varying degrees of success. He sometimes takes photographs. Some of them are acceptable. Occasionally he rides bikes to cast the rest of his life into sharp relief. Or just to ride through puddles. Sometimes he writes about them. Bikes, not puddles. He is a writer of rongs, a stealer of souls and a polisher of turds. He isn’t nearly as clever or as funny as he thinks he is.

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2 thoughts on “Throwback Thursday – GBRS

  1. Good article. Nonetheless, string as you have the same Etrex as me you have also managed to remind me that I need to download the local OpenStreetMap files for my new location today 🙂

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