RUST magazine: Rust#5
RUST magazine: Want to know how to set up your bike like a pro? Well in RUST #5 we give you the lowdown on the top tips that’ll make your bike handle and your confidence soar. And meet the guys transforming the Trail riders Fellowship from an old boys’ club, to a contemporary collective.
RUST magazine: Want to know how to set up your bike like a pro? Well in RUST #5 we give you the lowdown on the top tips that’ll make your bike handle and your confidence soar. And meet the guys transforming the Trail riders Fellowship from an old boys’ club, to a contemporary collective.
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Ri ck Kemp<br />
gunning<br />
for<br />
trouble<br />
by rick kemp. photograph: web<br />
I’M GOING TO come clean and put my hands up… I’m a member of a gun<br />
club. No we’re not talking Uzis, and all that right-to-bear-arms stuff; this is<br />
still Great Britain after all and as things stand we’re not required to own a<br />
semi-automatic assault rifle just in case the zombie apocalypse comes to<br />
rural Kent. No, we’re talking about a bunch of ordinary gentlemen and<br />
women who enjoy country pursuits, and get together to shoot some sporting<br />
clays by way of working up an appetite for Sunday lunch.<br />
I had my first air rifle at the age of ten then worked my way through the<br />
shotgun calibers, 410, 20-bore and finally a 12-bore at about the age of<br />
14 - all hand-me-downs, naturally. Back in the day a shotgun certificate cost<br />
five bob’ from the Post Office. It was a bit like getting a dog license or a TV<br />
icense, there was no Spanish Inquisition about what you wanted to use it for<br />
and unlike today’s TV license, no national ad campaign threatening that if<br />
you’re caught without one you’re liable to spend five years in chokey with a<br />
bunch of failed jihadies.
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