10.9.08
2.9.08
The Clock Stops For Nobody
Well time has well and truly flown by and the reality of what were about to attempt is looming large.
Our training is complete and that can only be a good thing,though as Chris has eluded to we have had a relapse in the final stages and I have also been away for a week so no training for me for 10 days.
I personally would like to thank everyone for their kind well wishes and sponsorship and look forward to seeing you when we get back
keep looking in and the final chapter will be posted when we return.
au revoir
Our training is complete and that can only be a good thing,though as Chris has eluded to we have had a relapse in the final stages and I have also been away for a week so no training for me for 10 days.
I personally would like to thank everyone for their kind well wishes and sponsorship and look forward to seeing you when we get back
keep looking in and the final chapter will be posted when we return.
au revoir
The Wembley Relapse - 30th August 2008
Well, less than a week to go and there's been a touch of a relapse - 16 hours of alcoholic indulgence!
In all fairness there was an excuse; St Helens were contesting the Challenge Cup Final at Wembley - and it was the first time in a while all 4 of us where together, the 4 being myself, Ste, Stu & Kai - reason alone to have a blow out!!
Anyway the day went well, Saints beat Hull (i'd write the score, but i can't remember), and we all enjoyed the sun, the lager and the chance to catch up on a few insults.
Needless to say, the day was over far too quick and before we knew it Kai had to shoot off to catch the train back to Bristol - nevermind - we'll soon plan something else!
It was then up to the 3 of us to carry on drinking into the early hours of the morning, something i instantly regretted Sunday Morning - not the best preparation for a 250 mile bike ride.
Anyway, as i write this, its Tuesday afternoon and the departure day is nearly upon us - roll on Saturday night when it's all over! By the time the next blog is written it'll all be done and dusted.
Till next time!
In all fairness there was an excuse; St Helens were contesting the Challenge Cup Final at Wembley - and it was the first time in a while all 4 of us where together, the 4 being myself, Ste, Stu & Kai - reason alone to have a blow out!!
Anyway the day went well, Saints beat Hull (i'd write the score, but i can't remember), and we all enjoyed the sun, the lager and the chance to catch up on a few insults.
Needless to say, the day was over far too quick and before we knew it Kai had to shoot off to catch the train back to Bristol - nevermind - we'll soon plan something else!
It was then up to the 3 of us to carry on drinking into the early hours of the morning, something i instantly regretted Sunday Morning - not the best preparation for a 250 mile bike ride.
Anyway, as i write this, its Tuesday afternoon and the departure day is nearly upon us - roll on Saturday night when it's all over! By the time the next blog is written it'll all be done and dusted.
Till next time!
30.7.08
Pooley Bridge – You Gotta Go There To Come Back! A Tale of Cuts, Bruises, Stings & 3 Black Balls
Well, it’s been and gone – the weekend stint in the Lake District to test both the progression of our fitness and the strength of our nerve.
Starting off with a pick up at the crack of dawn we set off up the M6, not quite sure what we were going to find when we got to our first scheduled ride – a 21 mile circuit up and around the eastside hills of Ullswater.
Setting off from Cow Bridge car park, just by Patterdale, we headed up the road towards Kirkstone, before going left up through Boredale Hause. It’s fair to say this was much more of a climb than we all anticipated, and as such we all resigned ourselves to pushing our bikes up the final sections to the first plateau. Believe me, just pushing the bike up was an effort, even more so whilst wearing a pair of cycling shoes.
Anyway, once at the plateau, the route was such that we avoided the climb to the top, and instead followed the contours around the hillside, to where we came across the first downhill section at the ridge at Beda Fell. As always, as soon as you come across a downhill section the mood lifts and the gauntlets are thrown down. It was whilst discussing this first downhill, of which the first section did seem near impossible, that Carl ‘the mountain goat’ Platt had a rush of blood and had 2 falls in quick succession- both of which just further raised our moods.
We cracked on down the track through the valley past Dale Head and onto Howtown, where we picked up the lakeside road for 5 miles of respite to Pooley Bridge. Once at Pooley Bride we took 5 minutes to trade some insults before heading South East for a climb up to a section of the ‘High Street’ before taking a left turn to enjoy a 3 mile downhill blast towards Mellguard then onto Sandwick for the last section of the ride along the shores of Ullswater – now the real fun began.
It was pretty much 5 miles of steep ascents, huge rocks, tricky downhills and every rambler and his dog. It was much more difficult than anything we’ve tackled before.
The quote below from Mountain Bike Rider magazine says it all.
…the final run-in, above the shores of Ullswater, is almost legendary, with some of the best technical riding the Lakes has to offer, as well as some sumptuous views to soak up if you dare take your eyes off the road ahead. Cool thinking and careful line choice will get you over the worst of the obstacles, but one or two sections require elite-level downhilling skills too, and discretion might be the better part of valour here, especially if you've an audience, which is so often the case on a trail this busy.
No shit!
And to top it all off, I managed to bollocks up my knee, rip my shorts from front to back and lose a cleat of my shoe – it was a right old laugh – not!
However, out of every situation, comes something good – a new technical manoeuvre was created and demonstrated by Ste. It’s now known as ‘The Ullswater Wedge’. When in doubt and unsure of your next move I advise you all to apply the wedge! It’s not too pretty, but it is effective. Remember, you heard it here first
By the time we arrived back at Patterdale, we almost collapsed into the beer garden at The Patterdale Hotel, were I think we sat for about an hour enjoying a few extremely well deserved beers.
Following the alcoholic recharge, it was back to the car, a quick pack up and off to the Pooley Bridge Inn for a shower, a meal and a trawl of the local hotspots.
Needless to say, when we realised the 3 pubs in Pooley Bridge shut at 10.30PM it was a bit of a disappointment. We did however, spend a little time in the Crown Inn, where we held the Push Iron Power Pool Challenge. Best of 3 games, with Ste and Carl up against Kevin and myself.
Starting off with a pick up at the crack of dawn we set off up the M6, not quite sure what we were going to find when we got to our first scheduled ride – a 21 mile circuit up and around the eastside hills of Ullswater.
Setting off from Cow Bridge car park, just by Patterdale, we headed up the road towards Kirkstone, before going left up through Boredale Hause. It’s fair to say this was much more of a climb than we all anticipated, and as such we all resigned ourselves to pushing our bikes up the final sections to the first plateau. Believe me, just pushing the bike up was an effort, even more so whilst wearing a pair of cycling shoes.
Anyway, once at the plateau, the route was such that we avoided the climb to the top, and instead followed the contours around the hillside, to where we came across the first downhill section at the ridge at Beda Fell. As always, as soon as you come across a downhill section the mood lifts and the gauntlets are thrown down. It was whilst discussing this first downhill, of which the first section did seem near impossible, that Carl ‘the mountain goat’ Platt had a rush of blood and had 2 falls in quick succession- both of which just further raised our moods.
We cracked on down the track through the valley past Dale Head and onto Howtown, where we picked up the lakeside road for 5 miles of respite to Pooley Bridge. Once at Pooley Bride we took 5 minutes to trade some insults before heading South East for a climb up to a section of the ‘High Street’ before taking a left turn to enjoy a 3 mile downhill blast towards Mellguard then onto Sandwick for the last section of the ride along the shores of Ullswater – now the real fun began.
It was pretty much 5 miles of steep ascents, huge rocks, tricky downhills and every rambler and his dog. It was much more difficult than anything we’ve tackled before.
The quote below from Mountain Bike Rider magazine says it all.
…the final run-in, above the shores of Ullswater, is almost legendary, with some of the best technical riding the Lakes has to offer, as well as some sumptuous views to soak up if you dare take your eyes off the road ahead. Cool thinking and careful line choice will get you over the worst of the obstacles, but one or two sections require elite-level downhilling skills too, and discretion might be the better part of valour here, especially if you've an audience, which is so often the case on a trail this busy.
No shit!
And to top it all off, I managed to bollocks up my knee, rip my shorts from front to back and lose a cleat of my shoe – it was a right old laugh – not!
However, out of every situation, comes something good – a new technical manoeuvre was created and demonstrated by Ste. It’s now known as ‘The Ullswater Wedge’. When in doubt and unsure of your next move I advise you all to apply the wedge! It’s not too pretty, but it is effective. Remember, you heard it here first
By the time we arrived back at Patterdale, we almost collapsed into the beer garden at The Patterdale Hotel, were I think we sat for about an hour enjoying a few extremely well deserved beers.
Following the alcoholic recharge, it was back to the car, a quick pack up and off to the Pooley Bridge Inn for a shower, a meal and a trawl of the local hotspots.
Needless to say, when we realised the 3 pubs in Pooley Bridge shut at 10.30PM it was a bit of a disappointment. We did however, spend a little time in the Crown Inn, where we held the Push Iron Power Pool Challenge. Best of 3 games, with Ste and Carl up against Kevin and myself.
I won’t go into too much detail, but Ste potted 3 black balls, and Kevin and I won the challenge 2 games to 1. I’ll let you all work that one out. I should mention that there wasn’t really a lot of talent on show, a point I’m sure the group of Geordies, who were waiting some time for the pool table would agree with.
Following the pool saga, it was back to the Pooley Bridge for a nightcap and then to bed, ready for an early start and a full English.
Monday morning – time for a trip to Keswick to find a bike shop for a replacement cleat and then onto the hamlet of Mosedale to tackle the ‘Back o’ Skiddaw’ route, though breakfast first, and a chance to tackle the world’s largest sausages. You always know where you are with an extraordinarily large fried sausage.
It’s fair to say there were varying levels of enthusiasm on Monday morning, though once we’d found a replacement cleat, and had a trip to Morrisons for some supplies we all felt a bit better.
We arrived at Mosedale, after a bit of unscheduled sightseeing – this tends to happen when no one has a map, and parked up just by the Mosedale Bridge.
A quick change and we were off, heading north to Calebreck before turning left into the Caldbeck Fells. There was a quick climb to the top and then time for some down hill action, with Carl as always firing off into the lead, followed by his long blonde mullet, with both hotly pursued by Ste. Luckily I was at the back and had chance to observe Kevin Kneivel do some unexpected off road action following a rear blow out at 30mph – it was very much a Wiley Coyote ACME rocket moment. You just can’t buy that kind of amusement.
Anyway, following a quick gathering of his thoughts we were off again, for more downhill thrills, were this time it was my turn to feel the pain, serves me right for riding tyre to tyre at 30mph and trying to take a tight left hander at the last minute – never mind, I’m sure the skin will grow back one day.
Pain soon turned to joy though, when as I reached the bottom of the hill, I saw Ste picking himself and his bike out of the largest nettle patch in the north of England, again, no sympathy, just a tirade of insults and back in the saddle.
We then followed the roads through the collection of hamlets, till we picked up the bridleway to Dash Falls, with Carl once again leading by example and making it to the gate at the top first, slowly followed by the rest of us. Time for a quick photo before setting off down the rocky track to the ford (which, just for the record, is a lot deeper than it looks) and then up to Skiddaw House Youth Hostel for a quick catch up and drink.
Then into the final stretch - a nice long technical stint along the Cumbria Way until we picked up a stone track adjacent to the River Caldew, then onto the narrow road back to Mosedale.
A weekend of cuts, crashes, scratches and laughs over with in the blink of an eye.
Needless to say, there wasn’t much dialogue on the way home, it was just a car full of contentment.
All in all, it’s nice to be out!
29.7.08
20.7.08
New Shoes and Eddie Kidd (July 19th)
Saturday saw one of the most anticipated rides since training began, as we were looking to unleash our new SPD shoes on the public. We didn’t really care how they felt or even if they increased performance, just as long as they looked the part.
And there lie’s the problem….For me anyway.
3 times I was off, each one more embarrassing than the last, anyway as always took it on the chin (and the face, and the legs, and the arms) and carried on. Sympathy was in short supply I might add.
Back to the ride, the upshot is that it was all a bit disjointed and the first ten miles were a bit of a pain, however, following a slight detour, a bit of off road action and rare burst of sunshine our mood was lifted – just as we reached the bottom of Parbold Hill, so as is now becoming the norm, it was head down, arse up and straight to the top - then straight to the bar at the Wiggin Tree for a pint which went straight to my legs.
I don’t think the other revellers were expecting to see Ste riding down the pub steps like Eddie Kidd’s drunken brother.
The route back was again a bit of a mis-match, with more hills and more off road action around Billinge Lump, though the one outstanding point was Ste’s fascination with cow’s udders…….. Definitely don’t know and I wasn’t going to ask. Each to their own, eh?
All in all, a good days riding and the new shoes stood up to the test, even if I never.
Roll on Ullswater!
Before I go, a quick update on the sponsorship. I’m happy to say we’ve reached the 60% mark, so thanks to all those who’ve sponsored us, especially my Mum and Mike for the massive donation. Thanks a lot.
Finally, recognition for another milestone. The blog has now had over 1000 hits. Not bad eh?
And there lie’s the problem….For me anyway.
3 times I was off, each one more embarrassing than the last, anyway as always took it on the chin (and the face, and the legs, and the arms) and carried on. Sympathy was in short supply I might add.
Back to the ride, the upshot is that it was all a bit disjointed and the first ten miles were a bit of a pain, however, following a slight detour, a bit of off road action and rare burst of sunshine our mood was lifted – just as we reached the bottom of Parbold Hill, so as is now becoming the norm, it was head down, arse up and straight to the top - then straight to the bar at the Wiggin Tree for a pint which went straight to my legs.
I don’t think the other revellers were expecting to see Ste riding down the pub steps like Eddie Kidd’s drunken brother.
The route back was again a bit of a mis-match, with more hills and more off road action around Billinge Lump, though the one outstanding point was Ste’s fascination with cow’s udders…….. Definitely don’t know and I wasn’t going to ask. Each to their own, eh?
All in all, a good days riding and the new shoes stood up to the test, even if I never.
Roll on Ullswater!
Before I go, a quick update on the sponsorship. I’m happy to say we’ve reached the 60% mark, so thanks to all those who’ve sponsored us, especially my Mum and Mike for the massive donation. Thanks a lot.
Finally, recognition for another milestone. The blog has now had over 1000 hits. Not bad eh?
9.7.08
The Woollybacks show us where it’s at – Rivington July 6th
Sunday...... What a day. I’m not quite sure where to start.
One things for certain, I’ve never ever been as knackered…… Believe it or not, it was actually worth the pain.
It was the second time I’d been out with The Woollybacks St Helens Mountain Bike Club http://thewoollybacks.co.uk/ and the first time I’d tackled a big stint of off road riding. An early morning ascent of Rivington Pike to the mast followed by a ride across to Darwen Tower was a real taste of what you can tackle on a bike helped all the way by the encouragment and guidance of the rest of the pack, lead by Paul (The Wollybacks Ride Leader )and a top bloke.
It was the second time I’d been out with The Woollybacks St Helens Mountain Bike Club http://thewoollybacks.co.uk/ and the first time I’d tackled a big stint of off road riding. An early morning ascent of Rivington Pike to the mast followed by a ride across to Darwen Tower was a real taste of what you can tackle on a bike helped all the way by the encouragment and guidance of the rest of the pack, lead by Paul (The Wollybacks Ride Leader )and a top bloke.
Make no mistake though, by the time we got back to the car at 3.30 I was ruined, saying that, by the time we got to the tower at the top of the Pike I was ruined, and as such spent the rest of the ride bringing up the rear.
As we were travelling back home, we did comment that it was the hardest days riding we had tackled since starting 14 weeks earlier, and also that we felt we’d accomplished something just by finishing the day.
It was worth all the pain though, just for the downhill runs we experienced. There was definitely a bit of arse twitching going on. Also, there was another unplanned high speed dismount, this time by Ste, though luckily Paul was on hand to help him out of the ferns. As before, no harm done – all part of the thrill of the ride.
The final chapter of the day, was a thunder storm and a proper piss down just as we were trying to load the bikes onto Carls bike rack, just what we didn’t need. I’m sure that bike rack was made by a Mr Heath Robinson. It all just made the soak in the bath that more worthwhile.
Before I go, a quick thank you to Vinny Davidson for his support and generous sponsorship. Thanks Vinny, I’ll chance a Macallan 25 for you when I get to Paris. (Hopefully I’ll be sat in the Moulin Rouge when I’m drinking it) and also a big thanks to Julie, Andrew, Tom and Sophie for kindly sponsoring us.
Till next time…..
As we were travelling back home, we did comment that it was the hardest days riding we had tackled since starting 14 weeks earlier, and also that we felt we’d accomplished something just by finishing the day.
It was worth all the pain though, just for the downhill runs we experienced. There was definitely a bit of arse twitching going on. Also, there was another unplanned high speed dismount, this time by Ste, though luckily Paul was on hand to help him out of the ferns. As before, no harm done – all part of the thrill of the ride.
The final chapter of the day, was a thunder storm and a proper piss down just as we were trying to load the bikes onto Carls bike rack, just what we didn’t need. I’m sure that bike rack was made by a Mr Heath Robinson. It all just made the soak in the bath that more worthwhile.
Before I go, a quick thank you to Vinny Davidson for his support and generous sponsorship. Thanks Vinny, I’ll chance a Macallan 25 for you when I get to Paris. (Hopefully I’ll be sat in the Moulin Rouge when I’m drinking it) and also a big thanks to Julie, Andrew, Tom and Sophie for kindly sponsoring us.
Till next time…..
27.6.08
24.6.08
13 weeks - 500 miles, One Big Reality Check
Whilst out clocking up the midweek miles, and backing up rides around Warrington I've developed a new found resistance to the tempting smell of Mc Donalds, Pizza Hut and Burger King on route (but i've wondered if they'd object to me riding round to the 'Drive thru' and placing an order)
a quick look down at my speedo soon hammered home a resounding reality check.
In the last 13 weeks of weekend rides, falls, punctures, Shandy's, laughs and pain we've clocked up a grand total of 500 miles - a fantastic milestone to be proud of many would say and 500 more than we've done in the last 15 years. Then the reality kicks in.
In 10 weeks time we will be expected to cover half of what we've done in just 3 days.
Oh dear, it seemed like a good idea a few months ago.
a quick look down at my speedo soon hammered home a resounding reality check.
In the last 13 weeks of weekend rides, falls, punctures, Shandy's, laughs and pain we've clocked up a grand total of 500 miles - a fantastic milestone to be proud of many would say and 500 more than we've done in the last 15 years. Then the reality kicks in.
In 10 weeks time we will be expected to cover half of what we've done in just 3 days.
Oh dear, it seemed like a good idea a few months ago.
15.6.08
A Big Week !!! Open Mouths, Iron Lungs and Jib Sticks
As you can see from the title, there’s a variety of topics to discuss from last week. Starting with a gruelling 50 miler on Sunday the 8th – the longest stint so far
Luckily, there was no real wind about, and we were blessed with continuous glorious sunshine, with the only real drawback, a rise in the amount of rambler type people we encountered throughout the day
Ste did find time to comment between his Maximuscle Viper Bars and Lucozade the rather alarming number of ramblers who seem to feel the need to traipse around the North West with open mouths and vacant expressions – it’s fair to say we all agreed with this observation.
The point, did however remind me of a piece of advice that was given to me a long time ago by a former colleague, the notorious Norman George Jackson – (creator of the automatic motor bike gear changer). His advice, succinct as ever, was as follows:
‘No matter what, never ever trust a person who stands around with their mouth open’
I mean, you just can buy that kind of advice.
Laughs aside, the 50 miles was hard going, not forgetting the unfortunate puncture incident in Ormskirk, though with a bit of rapid thinking and the use of the magic Piccolo Pump we managed to fashion a quick repair before going on our way.
For whatever reason, Sunday just seemed to stretch out forever. It was only when we stopped to take the last of our drinks we noticed the Lengthening shadows on the ground and realised we’d been out for over 6 hours, we had 5 miles to go and that the weekend was pretty much over!
The 50 miles, as with everything did come at a price, as even a severe dose of Merry down failed to ease the rectal aching on Sunday evening, and there are strong rumours circulating that Kevin spent 2 days on his iron lung.
Following the big 50, we decided to take on some alternative training, so we packed up our ‘jib sticks’ (Urban Dictionary Required) and headed off to the Chill Factore for a days boarding on the indoor slopes. There’s something strange about been in Manchester playing in the snow in the middle of June. It did afford us the chance to loosen up though, and take a look in one or two bike shops for some suitable attire, though the Borat shorts were one step too far.
The final chapter of the week 14th took place, with a spot of off road biking around Carr Mill Dam and Billinge, with refreshments taken at the Mason’s Arms. All in all, for a quick session it was quite eventful, with everyone covered in nettle stings and scratches and Kevin demonstrating how to do an emergency high speed dismount – he took it well all things considered.
Here’s hoping all weeks from here on in are just as eventful.
Till next time….
1.6.08
40 miles to Funland - 25th May
The St Helens to Southport dash finally took place on Sunday, though it was a bit more rash than dash. Cycling 40 miles in one hit for the first time definitely took its toll.
While we were in Southport, we did use the opportunity to call in on Stuart ‘I know Billy Zane’ Morgan, who was laid up due to having his appendix out. Judging by his lack of colour, it may be a while before he joins up with us for a ride.
All in all, although the last 10 miles were a struggle, it was nice to be out and about in Southport, eating chips on the prom, a ride past the boating lake and a chance to revisit the scene of the infamous 2 front teeth!!!
I’ll say no more - except we still couldn’t find them.
The search for the teeth did come at a price; we had to forego a much anticipated visit to the British Lawnmower Museum, Southport’s premier attraction. I suppose there’s always next time.
While we were in Southport, we did use the opportunity to call in on Stuart ‘I know Billy Zane’ Morgan, who was laid up due to having his appendix out. Judging by his lack of colour, it may be a while before he joins up with us for a ride.
All in all, although the last 10 miles were a struggle, it was nice to be out and about in Southport, eating chips on the prom, a ride past the boating lake and a chance to revisit the scene of the infamous 2 front teeth!!!
I’ll say no more - except we still couldn’t find them.
The search for the teeth did come at a price; we had to forego a much anticipated visit to the British Lawnmower Museum, Southport’s premier attraction. I suppose there’s always next time.
For those of you who are interested in a visit to the museum, please check out the link below:
http://takeagoodlonglookatyourself.co.uk
We did however; take time out before our return to check out Fernley Road, to take a look at the world famous maggot problem. You don’t want to miss these things! When you think you’ve got problems, there always someone else worse off than yourself!!
Check out the link below and judge for yourself - This is real life
http://www.southportforums.com/forums/showthread.php?threadid=%2050385925
Stu, I’ll leave this one with you - These people have got it bad.
http://takeagoodlonglookatyourself.co.uk
We did however; take time out before our return to check out Fernley Road, to take a look at the world famous maggot problem. You don’t want to miss these things! When you think you’ve got problems, there always someone else worse off than yourself!!
Check out the link below and judge for yourself - This is real life
http://www.southportforums.com/forums/showthread.php?threadid=%2050385925
Stu, I’ll leave this one with you - These people have got it bad.
24.5.08
Riding the Ceiriog alone....15th May
Taking advantage of an unexpected day off, Thursday the 15th saw me testing myself against the hills and valleys of North Wales.
Starting off in Chirk, I quickly dropped into the Ceiriog Valley, before taking a detour through Bronygarth to pick up the Ceiriog Cycle Route, to allow me a view of the famous Chirk Castle.
Carrying on along the route for roughly 2 miles, I crossed the Ceiriog River and dropped back onto the Ceiriog road, before passing through Pontfadog and into the centre of Glyn Ceiriog.
Just as a point of interest, I am told that in Pontfadog lives the oldest oak tree in Britain, estimated at 1600 years old. Quite a claim!
However, not wanting to publish any false information, following a little research I have discovered that it is also claimed by the people of Lincolnshire, that in fact, the oldest oak tree in Britain resides in Bourne and is a ripe old age of 1000 years. Again quite a claim: You just don't know what to believe
Now, not wanting to see any English / Welsh conflict, I would suggest that some type of oak tree inspection party be set up to determine the age of both trees, otherwise who knows were this might end.
Anyway, back to the ride. Once in Glyn Ceiriog, I took a left at the roundabout, following the signs for Oswestry. Unbeknown to me, the route was pretty much all up hill for 4 miles, till finally a small downhill stretch to take me across the border into Shropshire and through the village of Sellatyn, then thankfully back to Chirk and the end.
Before I sign off, I have to say the one thing that was noticeable throughout the ride was the need for increased effort due to riding alone. It is definitely much harder to cover the miles on your todd.
On the upside, I was kept company by thousands of flies, I don think I’ve ever seen so many. I wonder if the numbers were related to the fact I’ve not washed my cycling shorts for 5 weeks and I’m now being forced to keep them in a plastic bag due to the smell. Maybe?
For the record, I don’t plan on washing them until we reach the Arc de Triomphe.
Starting off in Chirk, I quickly dropped into the Ceiriog Valley, before taking a detour through Bronygarth to pick up the Ceiriog Cycle Route, to allow me a view of the famous Chirk Castle.
Carrying on along the route for roughly 2 miles, I crossed the Ceiriog River and dropped back onto the Ceiriog road, before passing through Pontfadog and into the centre of Glyn Ceiriog.
Just as a point of interest, I am told that in Pontfadog lives the oldest oak tree in Britain, estimated at 1600 years old. Quite a claim!
However, not wanting to publish any false information, following a little research I have discovered that it is also claimed by the people of Lincolnshire, that in fact, the oldest oak tree in Britain resides in Bourne and is a ripe old age of 1000 years. Again quite a claim: You just don't know what to believe
Now, not wanting to see any English / Welsh conflict, I would suggest that some type of oak tree inspection party be set up to determine the age of both trees, otherwise who knows were this might end.
Anyway, back to the ride. Once in Glyn Ceiriog, I took a left at the roundabout, following the signs for Oswestry. Unbeknown to me, the route was pretty much all up hill for 4 miles, till finally a small downhill stretch to take me across the border into Shropshire and through the village of Sellatyn, then thankfully back to Chirk and the end.
Before I sign off, I have to say the one thing that was noticeable throughout the ride was the need for increased effort due to riding alone. It is definitely much harder to cover the miles on your todd.
On the upside, I was kept company by thousands of flies, I don think I’ve ever seen so many. I wonder if the numbers were related to the fact I’ve not washed my cycling shorts for 5 weeks and I’m now being forced to keep them in a plastic bag due to the smell. Maybe?
For the record, I don’t plan on washing them until we reach the Arc de Triomphe.
It’s a good luck thing.
15.5.08
The Nightmare That Was The 4th of May - 30 Miles of Hell
Exactly 4 months to go till we embark on the 244 mile trip to Paris and the training is now becoming painful.
Sunday the 4th saw our first 30 mile ride, and I still can’t sit down without wincing. The only defence I can present, is that the route was pretty much all up hill and the weather was a combination of heavy rain and strong winds, which, no matter what direction we took always seemed to be driving straight in to our faces. If there was ever a requirement for Sudacrem it was now.
The ride was, however, made a little easier as we had the company of Carl and Kevin Platt; it is nice to have someone to share the day’s observations with when you’re pushing your bike up a hill.
Speaking of observations, as always, there is something completely unrelated to cycling to talk about…I think this time it has to be canal barges and their owners.
Now rather than mock those who spend their days cruising the waterways of Britain, I feel I should let you know that I’m actually quite envious as it appears to be a very relaxing way to both while away the hours and observe an ever-changing landscape.
And, lest we forget, it is an opportunity to annoy fishermen the country over – reason alone to get out of bed in the morning.
It should be noted though, for those of you thinking of adopting a lifestyle change and taking to the water, there is a well respected etiquette among boaters. I’m unsure of the details, but from my own observations, I think I can present an overview of the fundamentals -
Sunday the 4th saw our first 30 mile ride, and I still can’t sit down without wincing. The only defence I can present, is that the route was pretty much all up hill and the weather was a combination of heavy rain and strong winds, which, no matter what direction we took always seemed to be driving straight in to our faces. If there was ever a requirement for Sudacrem it was now.
The ride was, however, made a little easier as we had the company of Carl and Kevin Platt; it is nice to have someone to share the day’s observations with when you’re pushing your bike up a hill.
Speaking of observations, as always, there is something completely unrelated to cycling to talk about…I think this time it has to be canal barges and their owners.
Now rather than mock those who spend their days cruising the waterways of Britain, I feel I should let you know that I’m actually quite envious as it appears to be a very relaxing way to both while away the hours and observe an ever-changing landscape.
And, lest we forget, it is an opportunity to annoy fishermen the country over – reason alone to get out of bed in the morning.
It should be noted though, for those of you thinking of adopting a lifestyle change and taking to the water, there is a well respected etiquette among boaters. I’m unsure of the details, but from my own observations, I think I can present an overview of the fundamentals -
- All women boaters must never use Immac or any other cosmetic hair remover
- All man boaters must wear leather sandals which are 2 sizes too small and have excessively hairy toes (Note: In times of cold weather, said hairy toes are to be covered by knee length white socks)
- All boaters must always smell of cheese and onion crisps
- All boaters must wear clothes that are covered in cat hair (dog hair is allowed by exception)
- When challenged about any of the above, all boaters must state that the adopting of a Bohemian lifestyle allows you to be free of all the restrictions of modern life.... for example hygiene and dress sense
Please check out the link below for further information:
http://www.iwearwhitesocksandsmellofcheeseandonioncrisps.co.uk/
Till next time….
1.5.08
Don't these times...................fill your eyes The Spike Island Pilgrimage
To those of you who don’t know its historical significance, Spike Island was put on the map on the 27th May 1990 when The Stone Roses played a now legendary concert to over 27,000 people.
Now, nearly 18 years later, the significance of that day has been recreated, as Push Iron Power took in Spike Island as part of its 2008 tour. There weren’t quite the 27,000 revellers there to welcome us, but none the less, as with all our incursions into the urban jungle, there was something to talk about.
Fishing…….. What’s it all about?
Of the vast amount of fishing type persons that were on the banks of the Sankey Canal on Saturday, not one looked like they were there for enjoyment. This then raises the question; are they there for pleasure, or for survival? I'm guessing survival.
So, If any of you readers partake in the act of fishing purely as a means of survival, I’ve took it upon myself to help you out via some research - Get on this...........
Now, nearly 18 years later, the significance of that day has been recreated, as Push Iron Power took in Spike Island as part of its 2008 tour. There weren’t quite the 27,000 revellers there to welcome us, but none the less, as with all our incursions into the urban jungle, there was something to talk about.
Fishing…….. What’s it all about?
Of the vast amount of fishing type persons that were on the banks of the Sankey Canal on Saturday, not one looked like they were there for enjoyment. This then raises the question; are they there for pleasure, or for survival? I'm guessing survival.
So, If any of you readers partake in the act of fishing purely as a means of survival, I’ve took it upon myself to help you out via some research - Get on this...........
40 fish fingers for £2.00 at Iceland, with free delivery!!
As much fish as you want without having to leave the house. That means no more missed episodes of Jeremy Kyle, Trisha or Cash In The Attic... Its no wonder mums love Iceland!!
Check out the link below, forget fishing and wise up.
Oh, and just so as you know. The wearing of full camouflage outfits and the warming of maggots in one's mouth may be acceptable on the canal banks of the north west, but it certainly isn't anywhere else, OK?
22.4.08
Wotsits, Wagon Wheels and Beards
I’ll start todays blog with an update on training progress, then I’ll move on to the serious issue I have become aware of.
Unfortunately, there was somewhat of a dark cloud over Sundays training. We suffered our first fatality, in that my bike developed a catastrophic failure. I won't go into details as it’s a bit embarrassing, and we are only just recovering from the 10 mile walk back home through the wind and rain.
I believe, there are those who think there is some level of correlation between the demise of the bike and my alleged constant craving for wotsits and wagon wheels. I can assure you all, this is just cheap sensationalism and rumour mongering.
I mean, everyone knows Ginsters is where it's at.
Anyway, training will resume on Saturday, with a crack at a 25 miler .
Ok, with the training update covered, it's time to air my concerns.
Obviously, we are now spending more and more time outdoors riding around, and although there are many benefits to this; one major problem with society has come to light… the amount of beards in and around the Northwest.
Unfortunately, there was somewhat of a dark cloud over Sundays training. We suffered our first fatality, in that my bike developed a catastrophic failure. I won't go into details as it’s a bit embarrassing, and we are only just recovering from the 10 mile walk back home through the wind and rain.
I believe, there are those who think there is some level of correlation between the demise of the bike and my alleged constant craving for wotsits and wagon wheels. I can assure you all, this is just cheap sensationalism and rumour mongering.
I mean, everyone knows Ginsters is where it's at.
Anyway, training will resume on Saturday, with a crack at a 25 miler .
Ok, with the training update covered, it's time to air my concerns.
Obviously, we are now spending more and more time outdoors riding around, and although there are many benefits to this; one major problem with society has come to light… the amount of beards in and around the Northwest.
As I’m not a beard expert, I feel a little out of my depth writing this, but I'm sure what I'm seeing is the early signs of a beard epidemic. I can't advise a safe distance to avoid this infection, but for safety's sake if you do encounter a beard wearer, just stay away: Its Not Worth The Risk.
Due to the above, I feel its my duty to confirm that this is a beard free blog, so if anyone reading this has got a beard, sign off immediately and use the time more wisely to ask yourself some searching questions.
For those of you that are concerned with the potential collapse of society i have set up a beard counter on this page. Hopefully this will assist in the tracking of the illegal practice of beard breeding. It’s the least I can do.
Till next time… remember, there is never an excuse for a beard.
17.4.08
The Magic 20 Miles
Como esta amigos!
What a week its been!
Things are really starting to move here; in the world of 'Push Iron Power'
First off, Sunday saw us complete a ride of some 20 miles. Yes that's right 20 miles, the most we've achieved since kicking off training 3 weeks ago. I know 20 miles might not seem a lot to some, but to 2 unhealthy thirty-somethings who think that Sundays are for lying in bed eating cold pizza its somewhat unimaginable. In-fact, even as i write this, i can feel my bikers-arse starting to flare up... (at least i think its bikers arse....maybe a story better suited for another time)
Personnally, now that we've hit the 20 mile mark, i feel its all down hill from here on in, i mean, once you've conquered 20 miles, how hard can 244 miles be???
Laughs aside, i think the next challenge will be the 'Push Iron Power - St Helens to Southport Dash', which will allow us the opportunity to call in and see Stuart 'Yeah, lets see 'em both' Morgan. Those who will be accompanying us on the ride from London to Paris will no doubt get to meet Stuart as he is head of the Push Iron Power Paris Welcoming Committee, though rather than cycle the 244 miles, to Paris, i think he's decided to take a flight.
Of course, as we all know, this journey we've embarked upon is not just about cycling and sore arses, its about raising money for a cause we both believe in, and as you will be able to see from our 'Just Giving' web page the money is starting to roll in - albeit, a bit slow for my liking. However, on a high note, a big thanks to Dave Dicko at Protech Supplies for the hugely generous £1 a mile sponsorship, ( thats a cool £244.00 ) which has now pushed the total sponsorship to over £500 in 3 weeks. Thanks Dave, its much appreciated.
Anyway, i hope you enjoyed this update from Push Iron Power, if not, please feel free to go and read someone else's.
Till next time.....
PS. Any donations of Preparation H will be well recieved.
What a week its been!
Things are really starting to move here; in the world of 'Push Iron Power'
First off, Sunday saw us complete a ride of some 20 miles. Yes that's right 20 miles, the most we've achieved since kicking off training 3 weeks ago. I know 20 miles might not seem a lot to some, but to 2 unhealthy thirty-somethings who think that Sundays are for lying in bed eating cold pizza its somewhat unimaginable. In-fact, even as i write this, i can feel my bikers-arse starting to flare up... (at least i think its bikers arse....maybe a story better suited for another time)
Personnally, now that we've hit the 20 mile mark, i feel its all down hill from here on in, i mean, once you've conquered 20 miles, how hard can 244 miles be???
Laughs aside, i think the next challenge will be the 'Push Iron Power - St Helens to Southport Dash', which will allow us the opportunity to call in and see Stuart 'Yeah, lets see 'em both' Morgan. Those who will be accompanying us on the ride from London to Paris will no doubt get to meet Stuart as he is head of the Push Iron Power Paris Welcoming Committee, though rather than cycle the 244 miles, to Paris, i think he's decided to take a flight.
Of course, as we all know, this journey we've embarked upon is not just about cycling and sore arses, its about raising money for a cause we both believe in, and as you will be able to see from our 'Just Giving' web page the money is starting to roll in - albeit, a bit slow for my liking. However, on a high note, a big thanks to Dave Dicko at Protech Supplies for the hugely generous £1 a mile sponsorship, ( thats a cool £244.00 ) which has now pushed the total sponsorship to over £500 in 3 weeks. Thanks Dave, its much appreciated.
Anyway, i hope you enjoyed this update from Push Iron Power, if not, please feel free to go and read someone else's.
Till next time.....
PS. Any donations of Preparation H will be well recieved.
25.3.08
5 Mile Dam Ride - Unfitness test
Hi there, Well we finally plucked up enough courage to test how unfit we are.
Easter Monday saw us setting off on a ride leaving Chris's house and making our uneasy way past the technology campus and along the canal footpath towards The Ship inn at the bottom of Blackbrook. Once there we picked up the Sankey Valley route did a circuit of Carr Mill Dam then went back to Chris's
Everything was going OK until about 1.5 miles in when we encountered The Waterside pub. Panting like dogs on a hot sunny day we managed to resist the urge to take a well earned drink (soft of course). Pushing on we made steady progress until we reached 'The Goyt'. Here Ste decided to take on three steps, nearly throwing himself over the handlebars whilst letting out a loud Errrrrrrrrrrrrr.......... as though he'd been punched in the stomach by Ricky Hatton.
Half way through and it was time to take on some drinks. Chris's head had sprung a major leak - he was sweating like a cat in a microwave. But we cracked on and finished the circuit making our way safely back to Chris's. Legs shaking, head pumping and arse killing, all felt good after our first outing.
5 miles down (average miles per day of actual event 81).
If a thing's worth doing, it's worth doing badly - G.K. Chesterton
Easter Monday saw us setting off on a ride leaving Chris's house and making our uneasy way past the technology campus and along the canal footpath towards The Ship inn at the bottom of Blackbrook. Once there we picked up the Sankey Valley route did a circuit of Carr Mill Dam then went back to Chris's
Everything was going OK until about 1.5 miles in when we encountered The Waterside pub. Panting like dogs on a hot sunny day we managed to resist the urge to take a well earned drink (soft of course). Pushing on we made steady progress until we reached 'The Goyt'. Here Ste decided to take on three steps, nearly throwing himself over the handlebars whilst letting out a loud Errrrrrrrrrrrrr.......... as though he'd been punched in the stomach by Ricky Hatton.
Half way through and it was time to take on some drinks. Chris's head had sprung a major leak - he was sweating like a cat in a microwave. But we cracked on and finished the circuit making our way safely back to Chris's. Legs shaking, head pumping and arse killing, all felt good after our first outing.
5 miles down (average miles per day of actual event 81).
If a thing's worth doing, it's worth doing badly - G.K. Chesterton
7.3.08
Welcome to our blog
Hi there. Well we've just received confirmation we've been accepted for the Stroke association's London - Paris cycle ride in early September 2008, a small challenge of 244 miles in 3 days
So here we go, 6 months before the big day and loads of things to sort out, sponsorship, transport, kit, and the all important training without them were knackered. Over the next six months we're looking to raise around £3000 for The Stroke Association.
Next time you see either of us we'll probably have a sponsorship form and pen in hand. Please give your support for what is a very personal and extremely worthwhile cause.
Please keep looking us up from time to time we'll keep you up to date with our latest fundraising and training activities.
Thanks for looking in on the start of a big adventure.
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.
Albert Einstein
So here we go, 6 months before the big day and loads of things to sort out, sponsorship, transport, kit, and the all important training without them were knackered. Over the next six months we're looking to raise around £3000 for The Stroke Association.
Next time you see either of us we'll probably have a sponsorship form and pen in hand. Please give your support for what is a very personal and extremely worthwhile cause.
Please keep looking us up from time to time we'll keep you up to date with our latest fundraising and training activities.
Thanks for looking in on the start of a big adventure.
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.
Albert Einstein
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