It’s all Dave’s fault. This morning I wandered over the the ASDA car park to round up any riders joining myself and the Chip Shop Crew. Waiting under grey skies Tom and Dave were already out of their cars and raring to go, compared to Amy still in her pyjamas it was an unusual sight. After a brief summary of the two routes available:
1) Down the hill and into South Leeds for the Middleton Mosh a steady away ride, pretty much fun, singletrack and giggle all the way.
or
2) Follow the whippets into the climbs for the Calverly Corker. Painful legs, hills and saddle sore.
As far as I was concerned it was a no-brainer and the terrible twosome agreed. That is, until we got to Pete’s driveway. Dissent amongst the ranks meant we would be following the fighting fit. I shouted to Dave as we rolled out “Remember you had this choice when you’re half way up bankhouse!”
The ride was hard. Really hard. I had a lot of fun and the company of my ride buddies can never be out classed. I won’t give you the usual blow by blow ride write up because it would look something like this:
Pain, pain,fecking climb, pain, pain. Corking descent. Pain pain pain, fecking climb, pain pain another fecking climb pain pain.
A point of interest was having to use my First Aid kit for the very first time on a ride. Our casualty was brave and silent waiting with a proper amount of British decorum and a stiff upper lip:
Pete managed to lose the the pivot bolt from his rear brake lever. Very sharply spotted by Tom, a wood screw was drafted as a makeshift pivot. Some bandage tape later our very own silver haired charmer was ready to go again.
So here I am 28 miles later, 28 miles of some of the toughest climbing our local trails have to offer and I’m trying to cram as many calories into my body as I can manage. Got to go I can here another packet of sour jelly sweets calling me.
Fat Lad
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