Mountain Bike Shenanigans

3 Gold Stars
May 16th, 2010

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3 Gold Star Climbs in one day in North Wales was enough for me. I had to get off and walk part of the last climb, my legs just didn’t have the power left in them. Wayne and Lardy blitzed it and the fitness they’ve retained through the winter by their regular riding is really showing through.

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Poor Neil was nursing a cracked rib from an off yesterday, but joined us for lunch. The weather was fine and it was a great day to be out. I was riding Bonty Big Earl wet tyres for the first time today. Fantastic tyres!

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Trail Changes
May 8th, 2010

Today after almost two months I finally managed to get the Singlespeed back on the trails. The post mount adapter to expand the disc size from 160 to 180mm eventually turned up after about a four week wait, but then with the wedding and other things happening it wasn’t a high priority. So last night I thought I’d try and get the front disc on. Someone might have forgotten to actually check the disc hose was long enough to reach between the fork mount and the handlebar mount.

I Fabulous

This morning I eventually managed to track down some hose from Bicycle Doctor. Now when fitting hose I’ve nearly always been able to reuse the olive and insert. Of course today when I just wanted to get out and ride one of the olives split in half. It was back to the bike shop to get a new olive and a spare. Then I just had to rebleed the system and get out on the trails.

Secret Garden Singletrack

By this point it was half four so I decided to just rip around the Goyt Valley and loop back via the bridge. I’d forgotten that the council had sanitised some of the trails in Reddish Vale, but I managed to find a few new trails on the way out. The loamy soils in the woods on the side of the valleys are pretty poorly drained, but the weather has been so dry recently that I decided to revisit some secret garden singletrack. It was great to find bluebells still in flower.

Back to Reality
May 4th, 2010

Tonight some guy who probably hasn’t seen his penis in the last 15 years becuase of his enormous fat gut tried to kill me. I was getting ready to stick a “Warning! Driver of this vehicle is a…” sticker on his Bentley when an even great feat of driver idiocy nearly took me out. A little Micra doing lane changes without the signalling or checking elements of mirror, signal, maneuver. Just as I was still contemplating the desire of the Nissan’s owner to trade paint with pretty much anything else that moved, they then slammed on the anchors and did a right turn across the flow of traffic into a junction. This was pretty intense, but that fact that they went through the traffic island on the wrong side of the road and continued to drive into the oncoming traffic for as long as I could see them, just rammed home the point. I was now back in the UK.

IMBA: Long Live Long Rides