Last night’s mid week night ride took us over toward Ranmore and the White Downs at a furious pace.
As I am the only Mole who didn’t get a name check in Matt’s post about our outing to Holmbury Hill, (probably due to the fact I made it the whole way round without falling off or breaking my Mountain Bike), I thought I might post a few words about last night’s ride.
Sunday saw us travelling over to Holmbury Hill for some fun on the dusty dry trails that have suddenly appeared everywhere. The plan was to make the most of Dave and Jem’s new Orange Fives and have a morning of Mountain Biking fun in the Surrey Hills singletrack.
My commute into work takes me along the A24 to Dorking, past Box Hill and the Denbies vinyard and escarpment. Driving in this morning, the weather is warm and dry, the hawthorn hedges are just about to burst into life, the sun is shining and the sky is blue. Perfect conditions in fact to put some zest back into tired … Read the rest…
After an extended break I made it out onto the trails at the weekend in the company of Dave, Jem and Neil.
So the nights have started to draw in again, not immediately obvious perhaps given that’s it’s only mid August, until you try to get out on the bike in the evenings. Starting at 7:30 it doesn’t take more than an hour before there’s an obvious need for lights out on the trails.
So I’m back in the saddle. Not literally as I type* although that would be a clever trick, but metaphorically, as a way of saying I’m back riding the trails again and more importantly, enjoying it.
A story about how much I hate Wolverns Lane, cycling with teenagers who have too much energy, helmet camera trials, meeting friends not seen for a long time and massive energy crashes! A tale of everyday riding you might say!
I had a number of titles that came to mind while riding home.
After the nasty shock of the alarm I ambled into the kitched to hear the sounds of rain on the roof. Real winter riding is back!
I rode into work this morning, 12 miles of mainly off-road fun along the North Downs to Reigate. Unfortunately it was not without it’s niggles.
It struck me that anyone stumbling upon the “new” blog might wonder what sort of ride is “average” for us on a Sunday.