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I made my bike meow

Posted by Matt | May 3, 2007 | 4 comments so far

Last night’s mid week night ride took us over toward Ranmore and the White Downs at a furious pace.

We were joined by some of Jem’s friends and Nicola which brought the group to eight riders. It quickly became apparant that fitness levels covered a broad spectrum, with most of Jem’s mates in the top half of the group. I managed to hang on to them (just) and at dusk found myself hooning down the descent off the White Downs toward Westcott at high speed.

Given that I was the only rider on a hardtail and limited by my knackered forks giving only a couple of inches of travel I was quite surprised at how the Inbred handled. The more I committed, the smoother the ride got, so much so that near the bottom of the descent I swear I heard my bike meow!

I don’t think it was the laughing demon on my shoulder whispering unseemly thoughts into my ear. And I don’t think it was the vibration from the rock hard trails that were leaving the bike and me definitely shaken and stirred. I don’t think it was the clouds of chalk dust left by the riders in front either and it’s definitely not any sign of improving MTB skills.

No, my bike definitely meowed! Groovy!

Filed under Rides in May 2007

About the author

Matt is one of the founding Molefathers of the Muddymoles, and is the designer and main administrator of the website.

Having ridden a 2007 Orange Five for many years then a 2016 YT Industries Jeffsy 29er, he now rocks a Bird Aether 9 and a Pace RC-627.

An early On-One Inbred still lurks in the back of the stable as a reminder of how things have moved on. You can even find him on road bikes - currently a 2019 Cannondale Topstone 105 SE, a much-used 2011 Specialized Secteur and very niche belt drive Trek District 1.

If you've ever wondered how we got into mountain biking and how the MuddyMoles started, well wonder no more.