With the trails looking like an episode of Swamp Loggers (Discovery channel and strangely mesmeric), plans were afoot to head out on the Darkside; aka road bikes (btw that’s what roadies call mountain bikers too!). It certainly was darkside and raining as 5 moles met up last week for bit of tarmac riding.
5 MAMIL moles (Middle Aged Men In Lycra) – Paul901, Dandini, Matt, Keith and myself – met at Bocketts Farm, where lycra was mercifully at a mimimum.
It was the sort of dark/windy/rainy night that, if you hadn’t committed to the ride earlier in the day, you wouldn’t have set foot outside.
We headed out of Bocketts, through Bookham/Effingham before heading up to Ranmore. The first half of this road is one of those gradual climbs that goes on forever (or so it seems) and the post-viral Moles, had to take it easy. Then it was down Crocknorth Lane. Brakes were firmly on, with gravel and potholes to catch the unwary this was no time for heroics.
Next it was back up the next long climb to Coombe Bottom. Again it was everyone to their own pace, as parts of Matts lungs that hadn’t seen an oxygen molecule for months were re-woken.
The group sped down the hill to the A246 and crossed over to Clandon. Then it was the Surrey Cycle Race League Hungry Hill course in reverse. Before peeling off and heading through the lanes to Cobham. At the end of the Fairmile Paul901 peeled off for home and the rest of us dragged up the hill into Fetcham.
It was smiles all around as we got back and that self-satisfied feeling of having had a good ride in poor weather.
The appeal of the Darkside seems to be growing!