Our winter was cold. Very cold. And, with the expception of snow, we didnt have much rain. So, I had forgot what proper, hub deep bog, mud and shit was like. Well I got an almighty reminder today.
My ride email was roundly ignored by Jase and Weest and as Toss was away, I decided to pop out myself. I headed up Witton Weavers and through Entwistle. Up past Cadshaw I went up the Bastard for a first time in a long time. Its still a Bastard. It was at the top of it that I realised that I had lost my water bottle. Bugger. Up onto the moor and the start of the mud plugging. Endless hub deep slipping and sliding all the way to the tower.
There was a vicious headwind that had been in my face all the way up to this point and here it was hitting the hill from the north with a vengance. I was pretty tired by this point so decided to head back down Stepbank and to the cafe. Loads of walkers in the way so couldnt really have much fun on the jumps down. Got the cafe and realised I had forgot my money. Double bugger.
Back home along the Witton Weavers, it was very muddy and very wet. My rear mudgard now refuses to stay in the right position so ended up with a wet arse also.
All in all about 22 miles through deep mud and what felt like a headwind ALL the way around.
I am now finding myself fantasising about dust. Dry dusty trails... we are sure due them soon... please ?
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Monday, 5 April 2010
Sunday, 17 January 2010
Ice Ice Baby
The thaw has set in proper. However, with the sheer amount of snow we had, whilst the standing stuff was melting fine, anything that had been compacted by foot or car was turned to thick, solid ice. Good turn out with Toss, Weest, Wors and myself all up for a ride in what would be pretty testing conditions.
I elected to walk the 50 yards to Tossers house as I didn't like the look of the ice and found Weester putting a new cassette on his bike.
His problems with a skipping chain the other week, were indeed due to a worn cassette and not some other bollocks like worn jockey wheels. The blindingly obvious was clearly too easy an option for the mind of this mechanical GOD!. I didn't gloat, though had to restrain myself from doing so.
We decided to head straight down the Valley and over towards Dunscar. Our fears were confirmed after 10 yards. Slippery as hell. The Stairs into the valley were sheet ice so we slid down them on foot, only managing to get on the bike about halfway down. Riding through the valley and over to Eagley sports centre was a joke, we were all over the place.
So at Blackburn Road, we decided to just head up to Cadshaw along the A666. Its a long old climb this and on tarmac so it wasnt particularly pleasant. The only good feature I found was that my Propedal setting works brilliantly. The Turner never really moved under pedal load anyway being a 4 bar, but the extra stiffness of the propedal was really noticeable and made the climb seem a lot easier that I thought it would be.
At Cadshaw, the road up to Darwen moor looked to be a sheet, so we elected to head down to the Duck. Weester insisted on having a play in some snow drifts.
The chute down past Edge Fold was free of ice surprisingly, the ice being replaced by a roaring torrent of melt water over a rocky bed. Great fun and the first opportunity to use my front brake this year!
Past the sad building that is the Strawberry Duck. Still closed and lifeless. A real shame seeing the place like this. I think most of the inhabitants of Bolton have at one point in their lives had a sesh in this old place.
Over the Dam and up to Green Arms. We then decided on making it a real short ride and heading down the Witton Weavers. At the top, I gently rolled through a puddle, only to discover it was sold ice underneath. Bang, I'm on my arse before i know what hit me. Pissed wet through as I landed in the puddle, there were now concerned voices from my companions, just gales of laughter. I should have expected nothing less.Flying down the road, Weest and Wors were well ahead of me and Toss, until Jase found a patch of ice with his name on it. He went down pretty heavily actually, ripping his shorts and making a mess of his knee. He got words of concern and sympathy I noted. twats.
Toss took us down a new path though Higher Ridings, which although short I thought was ace. In summer it will be a right good quick blast.
Back home in short order to wash the salt off.
STW Lakes ride on Sunday. Cant wait.
I elected to walk the 50 yards to Tossers house as I didn't like the look of the ice and found Weester putting a new cassette on his bike.
We decided to head straight down the Valley and over towards Dunscar. Our fears were confirmed after 10 yards. Slippery as hell. The Stairs into the valley were sheet ice so we slid down them on foot, only managing to get on the bike about halfway down. Riding through the valley and over to Eagley sports centre was a joke, we were all over the place.
So at Blackburn Road, we decided to just head up to Cadshaw along the A666. Its a long old climb this and on tarmac so it wasnt particularly pleasant. The only good feature I found was that my Propedal setting works brilliantly. The Turner never really moved under pedal load anyway being a 4 bar, but the extra stiffness of the propedal was really noticeable and made the climb seem a lot easier that I thought it would be.
At Cadshaw, the road up to Darwen moor looked to be a sheet, so we elected to head down to the Duck. Weester insisted on having a play in some snow drifts.
The chute down past Edge Fold was free of ice surprisingly, the ice being replaced by a roaring torrent of melt water over a rocky bed. Great fun and the first opportunity to use my front brake this year!
Past the sad building that is the Strawberry Duck. Still closed and lifeless. A real shame seeing the place like this. I think most of the inhabitants of Bolton have at one point in their lives had a sesh in this old place.
Over the Dam and up to Green Arms. We then decided on making it a real short ride and heading down the Witton Weavers. At the top, I gently rolled through a puddle, only to discover it was sold ice underneath. Bang, I'm on my arse before i know what hit me. Pissed wet through as I landed in the puddle, there were now concerned voices from my companions, just gales of laughter. I should have expected nothing less.Flying down the road, Weest and Wors were well ahead of me and Toss, until Jase found a patch of ice with his name on it. He went down pretty heavily actually, ripping his shorts and making a mess of his knee. He got words of concern and sympathy I noted. twats.
Toss took us down a new path though Higher Ridings, which although short I thought was ace. In summer it will be a right good quick blast.
Back home in short order to wash the salt off.
STW Lakes ride on Sunday. Cant wait.
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