Light nights and dangling bollocks

Me, Toss, Weest and Jase tonight. Lovely evening for a ride. The original idea was to do the pike, ICR, Gardens and back over Winter Hill, but this was soon scuppered by Weester turning up on his pain machine. A fucking singlespeed.

He did make a fair stab at riding it and impressed us all immensely by getting up the steps in one go, but it also fucked him up. So in the interests of getting to the pub without delay, we just headed up Winter Hill, Coal pit, Dean Mills and the drop to Scout.

Was a bit wet really and we would probably have been better off doing San Marino. I minced down some of the rocky stuff but made it to the drop ok, I pushed the bike up a little to try and get a run into it, and then watched Jase bravely turn in and set off. It really is so steep, that the merest over pressure on the brake and the bike is over, and thats just what happened. Poor fucker fell a long way, but emerged with no injuries apart from the entire crotch area being ripped to fucking shreds leaving his bollocks dangling.

Fun blast through the quarries and into the Tap for 5 pints of the finest.

Whole ride can be summed up though dead easy.....