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  • Big bars, Big Bird…

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    Great turnout last Tuesday night. No idea as to the head-count but there were definitely four (and sometimes five) in the ‘Anti-social’ group. Also 12 in the middle ‘Social’ group. I’m afraid the Super-social group were an unknown quantity to me. Anyone?
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    Simon was road-testing (off-road testing, surely?) some of the wiiiiiiiiidest bars we’d ever seen which must have led to some serious shed-door modifications. Clocking-in at a whopping 800-bigass-milimetres, and given that some of the more gnadgery tree-lined singletrack we regularly negotiate in the darkness causes (some) problems for anything over 660mm, these bad-boys were going to take some skillful calibration on his part…. Needless to say they caught him out (at least) twice on the ride, leaving to him pick a load of bracken out of his cables/front wheel on one occasion, and then having a bark/glove interface scenario later on. He proudly showed off his grazed little-finger-knuckles in the pub afterwards. Kudos, Simon.
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    His impressive wingspan and colossal bar-width aside, he ably led the four-strong Anti-social group and we all quietly rejoiced that the Noble-ator hadn’t shown up for once. Perhaps this could be a nice, ‘steady’ Anti-social ride for a change. Alas this wasn’t to be as en-route to the Allotment, a rider appeared out of the dark heading towards us. It was Chris. Dang.
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    Visitor and prospective BCC newbie Rob joined the Anti-social group in a try-before-you-buy capacity. He’d driven from Amesbury (!) just to ride with us so we elected to show him a fair few of the best bits. All was going well until we completely lost him at the end of Transistor. Unbeknownst to the rest of us, he’d taken a minor spill and lost sight of us. He’d turned left towards the road at the end instead of right down the hill. Then, spotting a small red light in the distance, he chased after it. It turned out to be a car… The rest of us retraced our steps and split up to find him. Just before we were about to go to ‘Brown Alert’, some lights came out of the darkness back from the road and we were a fivesome again. Phew.
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    At some point on the return leg the Anti-socials bumped into the Socials and we blended-in seamlessly for a few minutes. I don’t think they even noticed we were there.
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    General consensus back in the pub was that it had been a great ride, and that it really wasn’t as muddy as all that, and that I *may* have painted too bleak a picture re last Sunday’s ride. It was REALLY muddy, then, I promise.

  • Mud, Bath.

     

    So the Longleat trails have already returned to their default Winter setting: sandy, lumpy,  custard. This didn’t deter a number of the Bath Wednesday Night group from visiting us last Sunday.

    The Pub Bike Of Doom didn’t even make it to the bottom of the street, let alone Longleat. My shonky, Frankenbike, singlespeed which I’d fully intended to use that day had a worryingly old chain and I’d resolved to fit a new one that morning, purely for safety’s sake. Of course, the worn chainring, sprocket and tensioner couldn’t then cope with an un-worn chain and it was slipping all over the teeth as I attempted to make my way to East Woodlands to meet them.

    I nipped back home cursing and retrieved my old steel hardtail from the shed. Geared, and with a modicum of working brakes and a suspension, it would have to do although I knew the bald Nevegals were not really going to be man-enough for a Longleat gloop-fest. No time to change them now, though.

    With minutes to spare, I met with five members of the Bath Wednesday Nightriders and one BCC member. A few weeks ago the Bath lot enjoyed their evening visit so much they said they wanted to return soon for a Sunday, ride the trails in daylight and maybe see a bit more of the forest. So we fixed a date.

    Weather was looking hopeful for the day; fairly mild with just a chance of a shower or two. I hadn’t ridden in the forest for a while but guessed from all the recent rain we’d had that the trails by now would not be at their best. This was indeed the case.

    It was the second visit for several of their number, so I put together an almost entirely different loop incorporating all the best bits that they didn’t have time to ride a few weeks ago, and also revisited some trails backwards. Would they even realise? Nope.

    Theme music for the day was Jurassic Park. Looking down from Heaven’s Gate, the safari park reminded Justin of the film and that was it. We were all whistling the damn theme tune for the rest of the ride. If only brains could be flushed.

    Fortunately the weather mostly held, but there were a few brief showers, one of which had us bravely running for cover under a tree, ostensibly to take a snack-break.

    Alarmingly, we all managed to stay upright despite the slippery conditions, apart from unlucky Jemma who toppled over sideways into deep mud after getting stuck in it. Aside from her soft landing, there were no accidents, mechanicals or punctures. Not a bad return for a 3hr ride.

    Despite the conditions (the trails were at their bone-dry best for their last visit) it was a well-received ride and all went home happy, job done.

    I went home intent on burning the Pub Bike Of Doom in some pagan ritual, but instead had Welsh Rarebit for lunch (only one kind of cheese in MY fridge, Will), caught up with the rugby and the Vuelta and promptly fell asleep, beer in hand.

    Great way to spend a Sunday.

  • Balance

    by Will Hardy

    The last few days have been particularly windy. I prefer to say ʻblusteryʼ which always reminds me of Winnie the Pooh. On Tuesday evening I set out towards East Woodlands for the weekly club Nightrider; Roads were damp, Cannimore was squidgy and full of puddles, evidence of other adventurous cyclists wiggling around ahead of me to avoid the worst. My lights were on from the start. It didnʼt feel like summer, a far cry from the dusty memories of two weeks ago.

    Today things were much the same, except my knees ached. I stumbled out of bed at a spritely 6:30am, saw the veil of mist outside and semi-consciously wrote-off expectations of a ride. Again, mainly because of knee pain (they could do with a good rest) but also because I knew there was a solid day in the study to be had, pimping my CV. I say study, itʼs the room with a computer. And a tumble drier. But thatʼs beside the point.

    That went really well so I decided a reward was in order, and bit of relaxation. Enter the bicycle. In the spirit of ʻtaking it easyʼ I opted for the cleaner of my two cycles; the fixed gear. Shoes on, helmet, iPod, and Charge Bikes T-shirt (essential fashion requirement). The roads were now mostly dry (about 4pm) thanks to the wind that made my jacket sound like a helicopter landing on my shoulders. The list of qualifications and employer references faded into the muddy banks on route to Centre Parcs, replaced by the happy notion that I wasnʼt going to get soaked. I took the scenic route up to Heavens Gate, using the wiggley drive up to longleat instead of the straight one and cutting across from the toll booths. Sometimes itʼs nice to listen to sounds around you in the forest; itʼs peaceful. Not today though, the wind covered almost everything including Jay-Z who made frequent appearances through my headphones.

    There is a strip of tarmac that joins the Heavens Gate view point to the main Longleat entrance road, which I have decided to adopt as my fixie training ground. It ticks all the boxes: Flat – yes. Road – yes. Devoid of traffic – yes. Quite often there arenʼt many peoople around either which makes falling over and looking silly more enjoyable. My goal is to learn how to ride a bike backwards while sitting on the handlebars. Iʼm not sure if itʼs backwards or forwards; the bike is backwards, but Iʼm going forwards. Iʼm willing to compromise and just call it sideways; most of my practice runs go round in circles.

    Itʼs nice to have a spot where one can focus and perfect ones art free from distraction. Just like the study for editing important documents. Like Heavens Gate for fun and trying alternative riding styles. Some day Iʼd like to ride home like that.

    6pm. I sat on the bench and watched the rain float over from Frome. Time to put the kettle on. So I set off home again along my scenic route, knowing I probably would get soaked after all, but that wouldnʼt matter because Iʼd had a really good day and there were at least five types of cheese in the fridge.

  • Series overall – 3/4

  • Big Grins with Bigfoot MBC

    I can sum up August’s Ride-Away in two words.

     

    “Epic singletrack”.

     

    There. Write-up written. Thanks for looking.

     

     

    Longleat’s trails have already returned to their ‘Winter setting’, and after slogging round their deep, sandy gloop on Saturday, I was resigned to putting the mud-tyres on for our club visit to the woods around Cranham the next day.

     

    Good job I didn’t.

     

    As part of my very informal trail exchange programme with other MTB clubs in the area, we were to be guests of Bigfoot MBC, a large and very active club based in Gloucester. Nine BCC members (Steve, Simon, Kevin, Will, Andy, Ryan, Pete, Sean and myself) met with 12 of the Bigfoot clan in a pub carpark on the A46 just north of Painswick.

     

    The woods around Cranham are their local patch. And what a patch. A large, deciduous, not-too-steep-sided area to the east of Gloucester…. And absolutely stuffed choc-full of sinewy, natural singletrack and interesting features.

     

    To my astonishment, it seemed that all the rubbish weather we’d had this summer (especially recently) had completely bypassed this corner of Gloucestershire. We were treated to three hours of the most amazing, hard-packed, dry, dusty – and above all fast and flowing – singletrack. And all in stunning condition with nothing badly overgrown,  and nothing unrideable.

     

    We got our accidents and mechanicals out of the way early on. With a fast-moving group of 21 riders – half of whom were on unfamiliar trails – there were always going to be a few problems. Will had a worrying spill at the bottom of the very first descent, spectacularly going over the bars. Thankfully he was a just a little shaken and suffered nothing more serious than a squashed banana and a bent saddle-rail to show for his acrobatics. A singlespeeder’s chain snapped on the way back up. Simon suffered pedal-strike shortly after and toppled over sideways. A Bigfoot went over the bars in the bottom of a deep bombhole, his forks compressing to the max catching him out. A tyre was gashed at about the same time as someone’s freehub expired. The second-half of the ride went hitch-free.

     

    Ryan in shock and awe.

     

    These outstanding ribbons of singletrack seemed to go on forever. Due to some trick of the local topography, the downs seemed to be an awful lot longer than the ups. Throw in a drifty corner here, a little kicker there, a steep-sided bomb-hole over there and a short/sharp climb way over there, and you’ve got some world-class XC stuff that many man-made trail centres would be envious of.

     

    After an hour or so we all stopped for a breather at the top of  Coopers Hill – the famous cheese-rolling hill – and admired the stunning views over to the Malverrns. According to local MTB folklore, some one HAS managed to successfully ride down the near-vertical grassy slope.

     

     

    After another hour of more singletrack we were led to a little jump-spot where the Yoof amongst us amused themselves briefly on a series of smallish dirt ramps thrilling us oldies with their low-phat air.

     

    We headed off again and had ­– yep, you guessed it – about another hour of yet more singletrack. Eventually our time was up and we were about to head back to the pub. A number of our party were beginning to reach their limits, and at this point I may have cajoled our guides into showing us a few more trails instead of taking the road back to the pub. Glad I did.

     

    What a ride. 99% flowing, woodland singletrack. Over three hours of it. Seriously, 99%.

     

     

    Oh and the sun came out too. Quite possibly, the best ride of the year for me.

     

    *HUGE* thanks to Jason and the Bigfoot MBC for a great day.

     

     

     

  • Small, But Perfectly Formed


    Small, but perfectly formed.
    Ryan’s choice of gears?
    The area of Exmoor we went to?
    The number of BCC members on last Sunday’s Ride Away?
    Chas’ skill set?
    All of the above, actually.
    With no ‘certified’ Ride Leaders present for the first of this month’s Rides Away, the club outing to Exmoor quickly devolved into a slightly less formal ‘Forum Ride’.
    We few. We happy few.
    Chas, Will and Ryan met in the Cheese and Grain carpark and made the 90-minute drive to Dunster, while Paul, holidaying near Ilfracombe, had a much more tortuous journey eastwards along the north Devon and Somerset coastal road, arrived nearly an hour late and successfully snaffled the last available space in the car park.
    Chas explained that this small corner of Exmoor is a very steep-sided ridge with bridleways radiating from the the top in all directions. “There will be some pushing”, he added.
    The sight of our XC Rep in knee/shin and elbow pads had a couple of the more DH-oriented members of the group raising their eyebrows, but he explained he’d fallen-off on one of the descents on two previous attempts and was keen not to do so this time. As we all know, when you wear pads it increases your skillz. :Fact:
    After some world-class pfaffing from Will, the party of four headed out of the carpark and immediately zig-zagged up one of the steepest climbs in the vicinity. Even the mighty Mr Noble would have struggled here (I think). After catching our breaths at the top, we aimed for the first – and worst – of the day’s descents (the one which Chas had yet to conquer). Impossibly steep at the bottom, it’s also very loose with no traction available nor any particularly good line to choose. At its steepest section, it has a 90-degree left-hand turn, and then a number of roots and trees to negotiate. With a cemetery conveniently situated at the bottom, Chas led the way down and – for the first time – actually felt in control of the bike on this his third attempt at this descent. But disaster; a dad and his two young sons were scrambling UP the climb just at the tricky left-hander. The cry “Dismount!!” went out and we all had to grind to a halt at pretty-much the steepest point. In a deft move, Chas baled-out off the back of his bike grabbing a tree with his right hand while catching his seatpost with his left. Skillz. Those pads were clearly working their magic, but success at nailing this trail would now have to wait till another day.
    Singlespeed fuel.
    From the bottom a nice, rideable, rooty, singletrack climb off to the left brought us back to near the trail-head where a gnadgery, shortish drop with a steep, trough-y, switchback was the reward. Then began the long climb back to the very top where a wide path spans the length of the ridge. Off to the left from the ridge we took a Restricted Byway all the way down to the road. Fast, long, wide, stony and twisty with bermed corners, ditches and bedrock all the way. We wiped our streaming eyes at its foot and headed north along the road to pick up ‘The Fireroad Of Doom’ through a forested area, which would take us all the way to the top again. Over to the Northwest end of the ridge where we forked right and took a seemingly endless deciduous singletrack descent all the way down to the road again. Fast and straight-ish with obstacles to negotiate en-route, it got steeper and funner towards its end. More eye-wiping, whoops of enjoyment and excitable chatter at the bottom.
    Will demonstrating his Fly Tai Chi
    Another short stretch of tarmac to the left and we soon picked up another stony bridleway which would take us back to the top. Rocky and almost unrideable at the bottom, it soon levelled off a bit and we could ride back to the fork where we headed over to another descent, this time on the north side of the ridge, down into Periton Combe. A long, fast and fun singletrack path through woodland, a short climb, and then another grassy descent which steepened and turned rooty. Yet another hum-dinger of a downhill.
    One of the many evil, evil rides/walks/pushes.
    The less said about the next climb the better, really. Another evil, evil fireroad which twisted its bitter way to the highest point on the ridge at 300m. Occasionally it widened sufficiently to ‘tack’ up the gradient, but at one point we were all pushing. No shame there. From there we decided to call it a day but since our first attempt at ‘that’ descent (at the other end of the ridge) was spoiled by pesky pedestrians, we would have another go. So we took the gently-downhill, straight bridleway along the ridge – about a 100m drop in altitude over about 4km – to the top of the oh-so-steep troublesome one. Fourth time lucky, then? Some of us dropped our saddles (not for the first time today) and we headed off down the slope in procession, with Chas bringing up the rear.
    Nailed it.
    Chas arrived intact and beaming at the bottom (he *may* have done a small happy-dance at this point) only to find Will stretched-out and rubbing his knee. Apparently, in a fit of youthful exuberance, he had caught Paul up near the end of the trail, their wheels overlapped and Will, unable to stop, had taken a tumble. Nothing too serious – not even any broken skin. Just dented pride.
    To sum up the ride in a small-but-perfectly-formed way: staggering climbs, awesome descents, amazing views, fantastic weather and dusty trails.
    Special kudos and XC Beans award must go to singlespeed evangelist Ryan who attempted to ride (but didn’t necessarily complete) all of the evil, evil climbs.
    Nice ride, fellas.

  • Satisfied Customers

     

    Last Wednesday evening, as part of my YSUYTAWSYO Inter-Club Exchange Programme (that’s “You Show Us Your Trails And We’ll Show You Ours”), I had the enormous pleasure of showing the “Bath Wednesday Night MTB” guys round our patch. Andy Stewart (old friend and organiser of the Midsomer Madness ride) very kindly copied me in on his ride report:

    “Was that enough singletrack for you?

    Yep, Chas’ ride turned out to be “all that it was cracked up to be” – he even delivered on the promised ‘warm, dry and dusty*’.

    12 of us in all I think it was (Chas, Conrad, Tony, Will, Steve, Mat, Dave, Dan, Justin, Kevin, Lee and Andy). Lift sharing worked ok. Thanks to those who drove and took others: Justin, Dave, Andy. Even Tony managed to get to Widcombe for 6.15 😉 and we got away bang on 6.30. Conrad and Will made their own way and were late though so we didn’t get away until 7.15 which mattered as proved later we needed all the day light we could get.

    Don’t ask me where we went but it consisted of all the best singletrack in and around Longleat with the odd bit of linky tarmac and fireroad, I reckon 80% was on tight, twisty, loamy, sandy, pine needly trails, squeezing between the trees in ‘just wide enough for your bars’ gaps. Plenty of swooping down and climbing up. With added views (we spotted Kelston Round Hill in the distance), water features and lakes.

    Special mention must go to the XC downhill trail in their Allotment – by now it was properly dark and all bar the first few lost the line and ended up making up their own. Especially Dan who’s lights packed up! It looked mad from the bottom to see all these lights coming at us through the trees.

    Special mention must also go to the “S&M Singletrack” – tight and twisty between the holly bushes. I was going to say I’ve never felt so many small pr!cks in one night but Chas had already accused us of being “the most gay group he’d ever ridden” with by that point 🙂

    *Final special mention must go to Chas’ own version of ‘The Badger Run’ near the end – ours is guaranteed wet and muddy, his was sandy and rocky. I had fun trying to see (and breathe!) due to all the dust kicked up by those ahead as we flew down it.

    Steve was carrying his new Go-Pro HD camera for the first time, strapped to his chest! He got 2 hours of footage so it’ll be interesting to see that.

    Much talk of  “we should come out more than once a year” and a possible Sunday ride (I think September was mentioned)

    Chas’ also mentioned their regular Tues night rides – 7pm from the Church in East Woodlands. You can ride as a guest but will need to join up if you plan to become a ‘regular’

    Details here: http://www.blackcanoncollective.co.uk/

    Cheers again Chas for a great ride 🙂

    Andy”

  • TRAIL CHANGE – PLEASE READ

    Basically we’ve started the first phase of re-building and tweaking 143, and as such it will now ride very differently:

    The kicker that shoots into the seating area (with the left hand side option; thread the needle) has been completely re-built; it’s now set back 2-3 ft, has a bigger transition, is a little kicky AND there’s now a proper full width landing to aim for.

    Please ride it carefully as it feels completely different, so you’ll need to take a slow run first to get a good feel for the kick before going for it…

    Cheers

  • First AVC GoPro Video!

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