Ride report delivered before my stroke
20 riders turned up for my annual long distance ride to Cardiff.
Unmissed absentees included: - Gaz, Crock, Jock, Knotty, Kev, and many more that shall remain ignored.
I was on my new bike so I was full of confidence. We set off into the woods to the top of the quarry run, down the jump section and left to the car park, up past the Maenllwyd into the wood past the drop of death when my chain snapped. Laughs and sniggers could be heard and there was no shortage of snidey remarks. My bike was soon fixed thanks to nice Ant and his 20kg back pack. Good pace up to the Ridgeway where horrible Ant decided to pick giant mushrooms and hurl them at Russ. O.B.E had a slight mechanical, a puncture I think. A quick blast to the burger bar to meet up with Tom then over to the Wenallt to a little trail that leads to the Castell Coch (well done all the boys who completed the jumps).
Quick pint in Bernie’s member. At this point I couldn’t help but notice that Big Mike was sweating like a rapist. With a big push to the burger bar again and down to the back trail onto the van road. A quick pint in the Maenllwyd and off again to the TA’s. Usual end of the month Shenanigans. Seat and post on the dart board, a sausage roll thrown majestically into Owgie’s pint while he was still drinking it, Gonzo was twat of the month, and Russ was rider of the month (no chance of him breaking the Guinness record).
I’m off to have my stroke now, so till next year, toodle pip.