Jason Miles
I may have mentioned that I live in a small town in an almost forgotten, rugged corner of Scotland. It’s quite some distance away from, well, anything at all. That’s what it feels like to a born and bred city boy like me anyway. We’ve got enough here to keep us going without having to resort to driving every day – there are a couple of small supermarkets, lots of independent shops, some pubs, cafes and… a BMX track.
Yep, we’ve somehow got a BMX track. All of a sudden. It simply didn’t exist a few weeks ago and now, there it is. All jumpy, bermy and gloriously take-your-skin-off tarmaccy.