Muddymoles mountain biking in the Surrey Hills and Mole Valley

Rides

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Reflections on the Trail

Dave’s still at it as winter draws in. But it’s not there yet and he’s still experimenting.

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Easy come, easy go

An ambush by the Trail Pixies leaves Matt glassless.

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And now the end is near…

The end of the road for Mark’s Nail Trail, if not (quite) the end of the road for Mark. Or is it a new beginning?

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Autumn perfection

The moles head off on a Sunday jaunt and find it turns into a record breaking mile monster. On singlespeeds…

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Voodoo Wanga and On-One Inbred go head to head

Dave and Jem head over to Newlands Corner for a singlespeed experience.

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I live in a strange world

Indifferent weather and a strange homecoming for Matt.

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Summer lovin’

Dry weather? Shurely some mistake!

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Washed out trails

If it’s summer it must be time for six weeks of monsoon conditions and with it rutted trails, slippery roots and over grown trails. Here’s looking forward to a good old British winter to redress the balance.

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A trip round Leith And Holmbury Hills

The moles head off to Leith Hill and Holmbury Hill with warm sun on their backs for the first time in weeks. Good fun!

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Mountain Biking – there’s always an alternative

On taking the pragmatic approach and how a night ride on Surrey trails can turn into a night ride on Surrey roads.

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Whatever the weather

In which Matt bemoans a wet month of riding and corrupts a line of poetry.

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Bedgebury, three thoughts from an MTB rider in Kent

Whilst I stood with Matt, sheltering from the rain outside the refreshment area, looking out onto a calm but pock marked lake where only ducks feared to venture and Swifts swooped low, two observations came to mind.