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To beat the winter monotony and keep the two wheel dream alive, Dangerous grew a pair and signed up for a three-hour enduro.


Yes, Bruce is scared of heights.

So there I was, in a field, freezing my plums off on the periphery of an ice-riddled enduro circuit with little grasp of which way it went or how on earth I was going to bluff my way around it over the next three hours. It’s funny how a flippant remark can land you well out of your depth, which had been the trigger for me lining up with a multitude of hardcore off-roaders for the final round of the Lincolnshire Enduro Club (LEC) championship.

I was clueless, nervous and about as prepared for the task in hand as a carrot is for hammering in nails. “Get in a rhythm. Don’t push too hard too soon. And don’t go crashing every five minutes because you’ll be blowing out your arse before you know it,” came my younger brother Brod’s words of wisdom before he tootled off to the head of our 74-bike strong grid, that’d be brought to life by a Le Mans style start. But while my organised, eager and anxiously anticipating sibling watched desperately for the dropping of a flag that would see this torturous episode brought to life, I was still deliberating what I was going to have for tea that night, and whether or not I could squeeze my fat fingers into the kiddie-sized gloves I mistakenly purchased the day before.

As it happened, curry would prove the answer to the first of those questions, and yes, my fingers could be contorted sufficiently into the shape of a five-year-old’s, but not in time for the start of the race, which saw every man and his dog vanish into the distance while I stumbled my way over to my bike and thumbed the starter. At least the KTM proved to be on the ball, barking into life with no hesitation and powering me into the first corner melee that saw fallen riders and dropped bikes everywhere. What a bloody bonus that was!

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