Should've first said thanks to marco
I'd been in the UK for a year and was riding my mountain bike mainly on the road, well my cross country rides were only as much as a couple of loops round Shirley Hills.
Riding back from the now closed "Fridge" bike shop in Penge one autumn Saturday I accidently bumped for the first time into Jason, on his downhill bike (which took me a while to catch up with!). We got talking and he told me he was going for a mtb ride the following morning with a local club, so I went.
There were loads of people there, including marco. We headed for the trails and for a long ride, I couldn't believe there were such great trails just down my road, I just hadn't explored them. I was ecstatic.
That was the first of many great rides with newfound friends, the pace was not always very high (we had to allow for Jason's ciggie breaks), but there were always comedy moments and some laughter.
marco was still racing in those days so once I'd told him I'd done a handful of races in France he quickly enroled me into the cyclocross season, which we travelled to in his dingy old yellow car. Then he got me to enter a time trial and a road race - both on the same day and still on my mtb.
I was also astounded at marco's will to enrol cyclists in the club. He'd see someone cycling on the other side of the road and would turn back to chat to them at the next traffic light and talk them into Addiscombe! Also remember the time he secretly plastered the walls of the Bike Show with home-made ACC recrruitment posters ...