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5 go up Mam Tor

Jim, Geoff, Stuart, Christine, Mark, Kevin and me were at the gates this morning at 9.30. Destination, the No Car Cafe. I haven’t actually established whether, if you were to turn up in a car, you would be refused. Anyway, it’s a great place. This was a ride we did the week before Wild Wales last […]

Crazy 8 in Tittesworth

The cry on social media was, ‘9.30 meet to get to Ruthin in preparation for the looming Llanberis’. Jim, Jules, Phil, Iain, Stuart, Kevin, Geoff and me arrived at the appointed hour in the refreshing 3 degree temperature. A discussion followed about the heavy snow and poor conditions reported in north Wales. A quick vote was […]

Manchester Regional Track League

MRTL 3rd February, Another week, another hammering. A deliberately heavy week this week lead to lumpy legs last night, at least that’s my excuse. It makes me jealous to see the teenagers at the track, facebooking, chatting, not paying any attention then getting on their bikes and flying. I on the other hand have to go […]

A plea for flaps

Saturday training ride 28th January 2017 – a short report This morning was ‘warmer’ than it has been, by my reckoning it was 5 degrees when i set off. Of course with the balmy conditions we get rain so that’s nice, something to cool you off. The ride out to Hatchmere was in to a […]

Manchester Regional Track League

MRTL 20th January 2017 The Manchester Regional Track League is a winter racing league based at the velodrome in Manchester. There are 2 divisions, a first and premier. The first division races are on Friday evenings, the premier on Tuesdays. The first division has riders from BC 1st category down, of all ages and genders. […]

Decisions, decisions

Decisions, decisions

One of the joys of parenthood is the continual stream of children’s birthday parties there are to attend. The pleasures of standing around for 2 hours in some godforsaken hole with a load of other delighted clockwatching parents cannot be overstated. Today I was lucky enough to have a party at 12.00. So it was […]

The Revenge of the Yellow Tights

And yea the villagers did not understand the power of the magic of the yellow tights (nor indeed just how randomly vindictive they could be). A very large crowd assembled at the rugby club this morning. Much hilarity and ribbing was endured by one poor rider who had previously worn distinctive legwear. That over with, we […]

In search of Dagfields

In search of Dagfields

On my arrival at the club this morning it was evident a discussion had been taking place as to the whereabouts of Dagfields. What was a Dagfield? Had it moved? Was it friendly? Was the plan to capture one? We may never know. Conversation briefly turned to my yellow tights Alan being particularly envious (to […]

1953

The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there. Sunday morning was cold and bright. Knowing that the long run was liable to be a short run I set the alarm early with the intention of getting an extra hour in. Sense prevailed however when I saw the thick frost and imagined the […]