Mountain Bike Shenanigans

HGV Danger
April 30th, 2003

Took the road bike out today and road out to the Peaks, had a fantastic ride through the Goyt Valley in the sunshine, but from then on things deteriorated rapidly. I managed to avoid most of the Cat and Fiddle by riding in the lanes, but had to join onto it for about half a km to get to the next bit of lane, all was going well to just before my turn off, when I was overtaken by a HGV on a blind corner. I was doing about 45mph, so this guy must have been leathering it into what is really quite a tight bend. The licence plate was M4 TDR and you my friend are a f’ing liability. I appreciate that you may be on a mission to get to an early grave, but please don’t take me with you.

I stumbled across this today, which seemed pretty appropriate:

HGV Drivers

Lorry drivers perfect the art of driving right up your arse by looking the wrong way through a pair of binoculars whilst driving. It’s not surprising to know that most accidents on motorways are caused by these ‘steering wheel attendants’. Often found chatting to their colleagues on their CB radio, these motorists can usually be found driving with little or no consideration for other road users. Is it any wonder they have signs saying “How am I driving?” on the back of their trailers – even they don’t know how they manage it – clearly!

The most dangerous HGV drivers are foreign lorry drivers. Take emergency avoiding action away from any foreign-registered HGV at all costs!

You can read more here. Crucially there is no section concerning Mercedes drivers, who in my opinion deserve a category of their own way above the BMW, Volvo and Rover drivers of this world. Merc drivers in my experience have managed to attain a pretty much pish poor level. Well done.

Anyway my run-in with that numb nuts was only the beginning of an exciting ride home. Several other lunatics decided to overtake me on blind corners (what were they driving? A Merc and a Rover) and then the heavens opened. I received a royal soaking and the drop in temperature wasn’t welcomed much either. Anyway it wasn’t looking too bad, with only the traffic chaos of Rusholme to overcome. I don’t know what the Council thinks its doing in Rusholme, but I can pretty much say what they’re not doing – keeping the bicycle lanes clear.

Obviously people need to be educated in that place, the green strips of tarmac with pictures of bikes on are not parking bays you cretins. Oh how I would love to get a Caterpillar bulldozer and clear a path though that place. Anyway I managed to negotiate it by the skin of my teeth, with only one idiot failing to see me despite the fact that I was wearing yellow and black kit pretty much head to toe. I must have looked like a giant bumble bee.

The best thing about to day? A link to this. Oh how I laughed.

Deadline Day
April 28th, 2003

Deadline day at work. Many stressed people.

Spoke to Biker tonight, he’s been enjoying the tail end of the season out in Switzerland. Well maybe a bit too much as he managed to get ko’d after doing a cliff drop. Landing turned out to be a bit harder than expected and he ended up with brain shake apparently. He’s bounced back to good health though and seemed okay today.

This summers plan to ride in lots of new places now includes a trip out to Zermatt. I can feel a road trip coming up… mmm biking in the shadow of the Matterhorn.

Goodtimes.

Long One
April 27th, 2003

Damn it’s been one helluva week. Work. Beer. Hangover. Curry. More Curry. Work. More work. Today I actually managed to get out on a bike. The weather, which has degenerated back into a state not too dissimilar to last year, actually improved slightly this afternoon.

Of course I was up at some ungodly hour to go riding this morning so I was lucky enough to experience the soaked through/drying out experience repeatedly. Which was nice. Was kind of expecting it, but… So with my new aim of riding in lots of new places this year, I have procured Mike Pearce’s guide to the Peak District and Derbycestershire.

Today I tackled a ride based loosely on route 5, and took the singlespeed out to Carsington Water near Ashbourne. I say based on because 19 miles ain’t very much riding for almost two hours of driving to get there, so I extended it a bit (and managed to get lost a couple of times) It turned out to be quite well suited to the singlespeed (now running 36:17) and I really enjoyed it.

I think the most exciting thing about the whole ride were a couple of greasy muddy descents, with both tyres clogged up with mud and a fully rigid set up it reminded me of all the winter racing in Guernsey. It was a good laugh. Found this today from the mind of RHS – another page to add to the links.

Talking of which the Drop-In video link ain’t working anymore. If you want a copy e-mail me.

This is in from Big Dave:

From: Big Dave
Subject: fastest ways to get home

It’s interesting to see how many people are going home now. Most are going home becuase their orders have dictated such. Some units just arrived, and they got turned back around to go home. Now that would have been sweet.
Lots of people get sent home on “emergency leave.” Some people are fortunate enough to not have to buy airplane tickets home for this reason. Their units are cool and tell them to stay home and they will meet back up with them in the states. Other units are asses and make their soldiers pay for the tickets. The only reasons for emergency leave are a death in the immediate family.
Other soldiers get sent home after being severely wounded. And of course, POW’s get sent home as well (too bad the are being detained again once they get home). They are supposed to be sent on leave and they can be discharged if they want out. The guys at Ft. Bliss are basically being sequestered.
The last method of getting sent home is….pregnancy. Last week a plane with 52 pregnant females took off for the states. I wonder how many of them will be headed home to their husbands! Hi honey, I’m home!!! Whoops.
Lot’s of people are still arriving, eager to go to Bagdad. Most return with a bewildered look on their face – disappointed with what they had to deal with up there. There are still more troops coming in than going home. We’ll see how long this lasts.
Big Dave

North Shore Damping
April 22nd, 2003

Well after being stuck in the postal system for all of Easter my Vanilla shock finally arrived back from Tim Flooks all clean and tuned up, ready to rock. Tim’s custom valved it to give better characteristics with the greater travel the FSR is now kicking out. Well I’ve fitted it, I just need some time to get out and ride it now.

The back injury I sustained in the RTA that killed the De Rosa has been playing up something chronic for the last few days. This morning’s planned ride was cancelled because of it. I’m off to the doctors tomorrow and hopefully I’ll get to the bottom of it with an MRI scan. I shouldn’t complain too much, I can still get about, I’m just walking like an apeman at the moment until my back loosens up enough to let me stand up straight. It could be worse I could have smashed my heels like Darren Butler did as shown in episode 8 of the infamous drop in series – was it really August last year that happened?

I came across this the other day and mentioned it to some people, along with some research on the effects of fatigue on soldiers carried out by the US Army, here’s the feedback:

From: Big Jonny
Subject: RE: Fatigue does strange things to soldiers

Northwave,

I’m reading the article and I can’t quite figure out why everyone is making such a big deal about body armor. Whether he was wearing it or not, or whether it was correctly issued to him makes no difference in the end. The man is dead.

I don’t know, perhaps I’m being to dark. It’s just to much some times.

This whole things just fucking sucks. And now we’re squaring away on Syria. Oh for fucks sake. I need another beer.

Thanks for holding it down on your side of the pond.

big jonny out

Word
April 20th, 2003

Happy Easter

from rothar.com. click here…

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