STW Rivi ride - Bikes Beer and Mates!

The latest STW ride was being organised by Nick. He arranged a start from Botany Bay and promised a good route from over that neck of the woods. Weest had rather flippantly suggested that as mid point was Belmont, we could park up there for the afternoon and have a sesh. This was instantly latched upon by Jase and Me and before you could say "piss session" we had hatched a plan. We would have an early start, head over Winter Hill, meet the guys at BB then ride as far as Belmont and get leathered.

So we agreed a meet time of 7.45am. Made even earlier by the clocks going forward the night before. A little too early for some it would appear, as while Me, Toss and Jase arrived at Weesters, he pokes his head out of the front door in his Dressing Gown!!!

The complete bell end had decided not to set his alarm clock and instead relied upon his lad waking him up. So we froze for 20 mins while he got himself sorted. The bastard!

Off up Horrocks Fold, Coal Pit and straight into the mist and wind. It was blowing a hoolie on top, so we flew over past the mast and straight off the Shoulder. I had arranged to meet Mark from STW at the bottom here, and apparently he heard us coming down before he could see us, yelping and whooping at the great, slippery mad descent that is the shoulder. Along Belmont Road to the Pigeon Tower and we hooked up with Donk who had come over Barrow Bridge and up the Dentist. The ICR was a hoot as ever, then we took the road to Anglezarke. It was early enough to chance the Headland and Singletrack to Watermans Cottage and it was great fun. I really love this little bit of trail.

Rather than fook around over the Nab, I elected to take the road to BB, passing on the way THE most fucking ignorant biker I have ever had the displeasure to ever say hello too. Totally ignored the lot of us as we shouted a cheery hello. A proper £50 if ever I;ve seen one.

Met the group at BB, loads shied off and we eventually set off with about 20. Nick took us up to Healy Nab and a nice little loop around the hill before we picked up the main bw. In this short space of time we had already had 2 punctures and the Nick snapped his chain. Luckily Dave had a spare powerlink amongst his extensive toolkit :)

Over to White Coppice, we took the techy singletrack to Wheelton plantation, the path claiming Jo who toppled over and couldn't unclip, and hilariously, Nick, who's front wheel washed out and pitched him down like a sack of shit :) Up through the forest then up to the doubletrack to Great Hill. My legs were starting to feel the distance a bit here and Toss, Weest and Jase stopped us at Drinkwaters, before the plunge back to White Coppice to say that they were going to head on up and over to Belmont via Spittlers Edge. I was a bit torn as I really didnt want to miss the DH to the coppice and also didnt really fancy the Bog that would be the Edge, so I decided to bail at Lead Mines and then join them at the pub.

The DH was brilliant as ever, Grant nearly wiping me out on the rocky chute at the end when his unexpected line choice nearly pitched me right up his chuff. Everyone made it down in one piece although the mud at the top claimed a few.

Bastard climb up to the Manor House really started to burn my legs and I bid the guys farewell at the top. Labouring up Lead Mines was fookin hard work and the path past the ruin was just an unrideable bog. At the top I spotted freash tyre marks through the gloop and figured that the guys had beaten me and were probably already in the pub. So straight down Sheep Houses and into Belmont. Had a comedy off in the narrow ginnel, I clipped the wall with the bars and fell to the right. No worries, I'll just stop myself by gripping the top of that fence panel, only for the whole fookin lot to collapse and me twat my arm on the gravel board. Shifted myself pretty sharpish before anyone noticed and hit the pub.

Sure enough the guys had beaten me by about 20 mins, however while I locked the bike up Weest did the honours and got me a pint in.

It was wonderful. After 28 miles and 4000' of climbing to have my thirst slaked by a wonderful Pint of Flat Cap.

We retired into the welcoming Bosom of the pub where Al did us proud, producing a big vat of chips and some buttered oven bottom barms. Heaven. Mark joined us after making his own way home from the Plantation.

The rest of the crowd turned up about 2ish, pretty good going really. Tony declaring that San Marino was one of the best descents he's ever done. Praise indeed. The guys all tucked in to a pint, but then had to shoot as they still had a fair way to go. I couldnt help but gloat a little as they all saddled up and we supped our ale.

We had a cracking afternoon on the Ale, 9 pints later we staggered out at about 7ish, nice relaxed ride to the chippy for tea then Home to bed. An absolutely cracking day out. Bike, Beer and Mates. No finer combination.

SET OF BASTARDS

I thought I had been blessed with the best mates in the world. Funny, wise, helpful and generally rounded individuals, who I was proud to call riding buddies and friends.

Well last night they showed thier true colours. Whilst I am crocked and unable to ride, they not only decide on going out on a wonderful night ride, they decide to visit a few pubs, culminating with a sesh at the Hallowed Hostilery. Not only did they do this, but they spent all fucking night sending me pics of them having such a great time.

Outside the Bobs Smithy

In the Bull.

COMPLETE SET OF KNOB JOCKEYING BASTARDS!

Its like coming home after a long trip away

Just me and Toss as we were out on a Wednesday. No-one else could make it unfortunatly.

I was gearing up in the garage when a disgruntled looking Toss arrived at the gate and suggested that we have a ride and then visit the pub. He was a pains to persuade me, so with MUCH reluctance I agreed.

We set off up towards Horrocks Fold and it was bloody freezing, with wisps of snow flakes coming down. Other than that a lovely night. As we started to ascend Coal Pit, the road soon became covered with comapacted snow and ice, and nearly had me off on a couple of occasions. Shit meself as the front wheel, out of the blue just slipped and tucked under. Had a great crack with Toss climbing coal pit. Really starting to feel the benefit now of packing in the weed. Can get much deeper breaths.

Toss was struggling a little bit and suggested we carried on the road past the gate and then the access road onto the mast. No probs from me.

Going up the access road and the snow was now starting to come down proper. Older snow had frozen and the going was really treasonous and the wind was whipping into our faces. I love it when its like this, proper "out there" feeling.

Anyway, gets to the top of San Marino and there is shit loads of snow around.

 

We had to go down so I set off with Toss behind me. Ginger wasnt the word. Fook me it was slippy. The front wheel tucked under me three times before we had even hit the Spaniel.  Was great fun in a lunatic kind of way, we were yelping like kids all the way down.

At the bottom, we turned left and prompty arrived at the welcome busom of the Bull. Al was not there, but the Flat Cap was on. It was up to its usual pinnacle of excellence too. First pint flew down and nearly had us in floods of tears. There really is no finer drink known to man.

 

The picture says it all, apart from the long haired hippy!.

Al turned up a little later, he had been out entertaining his Russian Ladyfriend. I knew there was something afoot with him as he had even lit the fire. The first time I have ever seen it on. The tightwad!

Had a great evening chatting to the locals, me and Toss getting all excited about our trip next year. The Ale was just sublime and the evening was topped off by some lads getting their guitars out and having a quick request session.

Fook me it was nice to be back in there for a few beers after a ride. The ride home was fine, but the hill down to San Marino was fookin COLD!. I took the ginnel at Templecoombe, much to Tossers chagrin, but we had a great laff.

Cracking night out!