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Not much from the trip, but here’s a few…

Mabie Dark Side Shore. It doesn’t look as wet and slippy in this photo as it was.

Tyrrell just about to drop down one of the slabs at Dalbeattie.

Neil leading Tyrrell through some cracking Singletrack at Kirroughtree.

Smarties have the answer to split sidewalls…

Glentress in the Tweed Valley has to be one of my favourite trails. I think because I have ridden there many times it has the kind of appeal that you get from revisiting something familiar. The black run is one of my favourites. I know the first climb up to the mast at the top of Dunslair Heights is a big climb. The secret is not to go at it like a bat out of hell, but to sit and spin and work your way up. You need the energy for the climb up redemption later in the trail.

Sunday’s blast around the forest didn’t disappoint. After making it to the wooden hut just before riding Brittany Spears last, I still had plenty in the tank to take on the rest of the climb and lead off through the singletrack down to the top of Deliverance. The Patriot really is a fantastic bike. I don’t think I have ridden anything so confident inspiring on the downhill trails. Front wheel drifts, rear wheel slides, two wheel drifts where the tyres are scrabbling for traction, but all the time just on the right side of the ragged line between being in control and in danger.

It was also quite satisfying to be pulling away from the others. The honest truth is that the Orange probably isn’t the best climbing bike in the world and getting dropped on the climbs isn’t much fun. The grip is fantastic. It’s not a question of traction, but more to do with a freeride kind of setup that isn’t best for powerful climbing that you can get away with on a hardtail or singlespeed. On the downhills though the bike just comes into its own. The suspension travel seems endless and plush and wit the Fox 36s up front and oversized wide bars it goes where it’s pointed.

After a wet ride in the forest with Neil getting lost just before the Ewok Village and then picking up a puncture just afterwards, by the time we made it down to the Hub it was cold and our enthusiasm for Innerleithen had vanished. We consoled ourselves in the fact that four trails in three days and some great and hard riding had been a good accomplishment. We’re already making plans for when we’ll head back.

Just tried to download the photos from the trip. There weren’t many as the weather was grim, but the few I had and some snippets of video have all disappeared off the memory card. Doh! Might have to try and find some recovery software for that then. Road Trip Report Part 3 soon.

The Plan for saturday was was to drive westwards cross country to Kirroughtree and ride the legendary red and black run combo. The lure of highly rated trails and challenges like McMoab and Heartbreak Hill were too good to miss. The trails lived up to our collective expectations with massive lengths of swoopy Singletrack that had is all grinning at the end. The trails were pedally but flowed and it was fair to say that we rocked around.

The legendary bits of trail proved to be every but as good as we had hoped and every but as evil. Towards the end of the day one of the multistep rock drop downs proved to be too much for Tyrrells riding style and the forks on his bike, which blew through thru travel and promptly stopped, pitching him over the bars. Superman acrobatics led to a midair somersault to running landing off piste, saving some expensive dental work and facial reconstruction.

Shortly afterwards the terrain took another savage turn and took a big bite out of his rear tyre. The smarties cake wrapper came into play agains and with a swift patch up we were ready to roll again. The trails were great but it was a real work out in the wet conditions plugging through the route.

By the time we made it back to the car it was clear there was no way we could fit in a trip to Ae as well in one day. Of course by the time we made it back to the car the continual drizzle we had endured all day had disappeared and the sun had come out. That was just typical! In the end after a quick lunch stop by the time we reached Ae it was 4pm and with only an hour left of daylight it was time to crack onto Glentress. A cafe stop in Moffat allowed us to recover a bit before continuing the trip.

After a drive up from Manchester on Thursday night, we rode around Dalbeattie on Friday morning. Unfortunately like last time the weather was the nasty side of grim. Thursday night saw a torrential downpour which meant that the ground was already saturated and the day long drizzle didn’t help either. The fireroads were dragging and some of the Singletrack was boggy, but it was still a top place to burn around on the bikes.

Unlike last time we took a bit of time out to ride the slabs. For the uninitiated these are fairly massive steeply sloping granite faces, complete with eroded faults and cracks. Once you’ve rolled in you’re committed, but we all gave our best on this. Towards the end of the day on a section of rocks I managed to catch the rear wheel and sustain a pinch puncture.

For lunch we headed over to Mabie and the ace cafe cum bike shop. After soup and a combination of sausage and haggis butties we headed off in pursuit of the red run and the infamous darkside black run. Conrad and I had wisely missed this out on our trip three years ago, but a brief emergence of sunshine gave us the encouragement to try it.

The truth is that even with Stick-E rubber tires, appropriate use of tyres, brakes and handling, the wet wood (especially the natural timber as opposed to the cut materials) was just too slippery. We mucked about on the first section down to the lake and then headed up to the the start of the double black diamond. Puncture number two struck here with a thorn. The challenge of the double black diamond stuff was far too much. The combo of the tretcherous surface and tired legs and challenging trails was just too much. After a few offs and some near misses we decided to head back to the red.

The red run has some of the best sections of any man made trail I know. The bermed corners, jumps and drops were a great combination. It was in one of the later sections that a rifle shot signalled the end of a days riding at any pace. The Kenda Nevegal that had been doing an ace job had blown the side wall just above the beading. I sent everyone else ahead and rumaged through the rucksack for a tyre patch. Fortunately a Smarties cake wrapper saved the day and a cautious trip back down to the cafe was achieved.

Mostly packed and ready to leave tonight for Scotland. I think it’s going to be a great trip with some great trails and weather. I’m hoping to get some more photos in. Wales was disappointing with poor light and nasty weather and only six anywhere near near reasonable shots out of over 75. Maybe, I’ll produce something worthy of the NEMBA contest.

Each year NEMBA run a web forum based comp that allows members to share their best mountain bike picture online and let NEMBA forum members pick the winner. The deadline for submissions is March 8th, and the online judging will take place shortly afterwards. The winner for best picture of the year will be determined by an online poll, and all registered members of NEMBA’s forum will be eligible to cast their vote! NEMBA’s panel of judges will select eight (8) finalists, and Forum members will be able to vote to determine the winner.

Each finalist will receive a NEMBA ball cap and a Park BO-1 bottle opener tool. The winner will be awarded a Certificate of Best MTB Picture of the Year, a NEMBA Jersey, NEMBA ball cap, pair of NEMBA socks, a New Sun hydration pack, a 2 lb. container of Hammer Heed, and a one-year membership to NEMBA.

Ride to work today. Get to a set of lights on red. Eye up the competition for the race to the next set. A number 42 Stagecoach, a black cab and a traffic warden on a Honda Scooter. The lights change. I crank up the 53:15, the scooter gets a quicker off, but we’ve left the bus and cab far behind. A few metres later I’ve caught the scooter back up. I cruise up along side on the inside. I look across. He looks back.

It’s like something out of the Fast and the Furious or should that be Meet the Parents? A non verbal competition has been made. I look ahead and put the hammer down, he buries the throttle. In a second I’ve pulled away, winding it up, sprinting out of the saddle I drop it down the block and gun it through the next lights which are on green and the ones after that. Now I need to change lanes into the outside one, for my turn off. I look over my right shoulder and I’ve put in a 30m gap to my petrol fuelled comrade. Sweet.

I tell thee. Marmalade sandwiches for breakfast are the food of champions. Champions of the traffic light sprint that is.

Catia’s dropped me an email. She’s concerned about the fact that Fisher Price have made what appears to be a turbo trainer linked to a TV for kids. As she rightly points out, this is surreal, shouldn’t kids pedal in the open air, get all muddy and come back home with a few bruises? The again after last night’s Top Gear, may be it isn’t safe to go out on the streets in large portions of the US anymore.

I had to put a new pattery in my Polar AXN700 the other day which meant I thought I’d better record my totals since I bought it before the trips to the alps last summer. Whilst wearing it…

Since 07/06/06 I’ve burned 51,657 Kcal
On the 15/07/06 I reached the highest altitude 2,795m somewhere in Zermatt
Since the 07/06/06 I’ve climbed 25,400m and descended 25,790m

Also of interest is the fact that the CTC now has an online system for reporting of obstructions on byways and bridleways. All you have to do is go to www.clearthattrail.org.uk and fill in the details, and CTC will do the rest. It couldn’t be easier – so please use it to help to make our routes fully ridable.

For those who prefer the do it yourself approach, obstruction forms can be downloaded from the Rights of Way Section at www.imba.org.uk