I was a crap skiver at school. I put this down to a few key things: I wasn’t brave enough to miss any lessons, I was terrified of being caught, and I could never get beyond the guilt I felt at not being where I was supposed to be. These proved to be such major issues that, on the one or two afternoons that I actually tried it, I never actually got to enjoy the freedom of bunking off.
In the 25 years since my disastrous attempts at playing truant, things haven’t really changed. Even nowadays on a legitimate day off work, I am consumed by feelings of sin and spend my time doing ‘worthwhile’ chores rather than making the most of my freedom. Determined to finnally overcome this I decided that my recent week off should be spent doing the most non-responsible activities possible, a self-prescribed course of flooding therapy if you like. And what better way to flood than go and play on your bike all day, pulling in the most classic riding in an area.