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Captain Pealy!

10th November 2010

The Night of Two Rides

Virgin Ride Leader, Young Julian had volunteered his services a few weeks back and stepped up to the plate to lead the ride.

But little did he know, as he was making his way down to the meeting place, that something sinister was afoot….........................................

Brrrriiiiiing, brrrrrrrriiiiiiiiing, brrrrriiiiiiing………

“5, 6”


“Hello 5, 6, Mr Ryan here”

“Good evening Anthony, how are you?”

“Werry vell wank you, Gord. Still ok for tonight?”

“Oh, I’m not so sure, I’m beginning to think it is not right”

“Well it’s too late to change your mind, as I have recruited some other fellow members, who all agree, it will be a blast”

“Oh Anthony, you are awful!”


The riders gathered at the Legion, 29 in total, a remarkable turn out for what was to be a history making debut ride by the youngest ride leader in Moo history.

The destination was known and it was off up the cycle track, young Julian sped off, leaving the trailing Moos behind.

Captain Peal, had his organising hat on and noted that the herd was becoming quite spread out and if we weren’t careful young Julian would lose his followers. Off onto Llanfabon Drive went the leaders, meanwhile……………………………………

“Eh Ant, when we are going to break away?” asked, Crock

“Not yet, Dog breath, leave it to me, I’ll give the signal”

“Make it quick like, my old mucker, lets like get in the pub like, aint it” demanded Jock.

“Aye, heee, heee, time for some apple juice, heee, heee” chortled Russ.


While waiting at the top of James Street in Trethomas, Cap’n Peal noted the following riders all ambling towards him – Mr Pantsonny Rightun, Mr Gordon Thornbum, Mr Owhine Cockhead, Mr Jockstrap Fullgreen, Mr Die Hardis, Mr Die Lessthan, Mr Rustle Heavens-Above, Mr Russ-Hell LugsLow, Mr Daft Willy Hums and Mr Markus Howlers.

Strange, thought Cap’n Peal.

Ensuring that the Trailing Moos kept in touch with the leaders, Cap’n Peal directed them up through Trethomas, into Bedwas……………………….

“Ah, smell that lovely Bedwas air, Gord. I love coming home, I’m sure the locals will accept us in” whispered Anthony.

“Have you come up with a name yet?” asked Gordon.

“What was that Ant, a new name?” asked Cap’n

“Nothing Cap’n” said Anthony, deflecting the question.

“Gord, what new name?” enquired Cap’n


At that point we cycled by some local juveniles…………..

“Look Micky, there’s Ant, hiya Anthony” yelled little Johnny.

Suddenly a cars horn goes Beep! Beep! ……………….

“Hey Anthony, no problem with you having the right of way, you know we love you” exclaimed the youthful driver.

Mmmmmm……….thought Cap’n Peal.

Onto Pandy Lane, the leaders had gathered, waiting for the herd, once all together it was off into The Brad, onward up into the woods

Young Julian proudly displaying his knowledge of his local trails, reaching the top of his partly self created downhill run, the focal point of the evening.

At this point, Cap’n had been delayed at the start, the Moos left him behind. Was this a plan?

Cap’n finally gave up the search and decided it best to head back down the lane, to meet the boys at the bottom, having travelled all this way and to not get to do the run, only made him look a tad foolish.

With hindsight had this been a plan set by others, was there something strange going on?

Still slightly lost, captain phoned some of the fellow Moos, no reply. He text most of the fellow Moos, the odd reply, Marty - a Cardiffian, Farquar – a Posh Cardiffian – no one else !!!!!!!!!!

The ride back via Pandy Lane seen a similar positioning of the herd, Cap’n noticing that the afore-mentioned Moos were once again trailing at the rear.

And Then………………………………………………………….

“C’mon Gord, now’s the time. Follow me lads, this way to our new HQ”

And that Gentleman was the official start of the ……………………………….

Bedwas B@st@rds Biking Club

Keep Moo’n

Cap’n Peal

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