
The mode of transport at Lowers may not be quite as extravagant as the 8-wheeled amphibi-bug vehicles seen on the beach in Hossegor, but is none too shabby all the same.
For those who haven't tasted Trestles, the track is about a mile of burning asphalt, with wise folk choosing to forgo the walk in exchange for wheels, either bike or longboard skatey.
Hence Bede's snazzy, borrowed mountain bike, complete with a postman satchel/ golf bag thing to put one's personal effects in. Mr Durbidge's particular choice of bicycle side-carriage is also astute: that board-rack-arm-on-a-swivel device is actually a saviour.
{Many's the time lesser cyclists have ridden back to the carpark carrying board by hand after a long session ... tiredness has set in; the nose of the board drifting closer to the front wheel; next thing - Kerblammo!; they awake to the local state troopers arriving with the jaws of life to remove their bloodied scalp from the handlebars and their mangled dick and balls from out of the spokes.}
Bike smart.
