Weekend looks interesting to put it mildly.
Current thinking about mountain bikes on the road from 10am
I have an old tank, so will be 10 mph max
Go about 20 miles.
So can not face a turbo ?
How slow can you go ride
Keep watching
Yeti to decide if you are riding
Well 10.30 on your worst bike
( rain stops about 9am )
Ie mtb or train commute or something with a basket
8 mph or as slow as we need to
Stay local for about an hour or 90 mins
Let the madness begin
Only gritted roads
Pirate prize for worst bike ridden
( just got the gears to change on my tank )
Flat pedals can not clip in
no suspension
Made of steel
Fat gel saddle
Child gear change kit
Bright orange paint
( like the Dutchman )
Max speed about 10-12 mph
Tomorrow the Black Pig becomes the Endurance, crawling slowly through the pack ice
Hopefully not crushed, unlike the Cap'n's ribs
It's snow joke being out in testing conditions
Fat tyres the order of the day - on the bike as well as around the stomach
Get your winter clothing on and come for a gentle spin
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.
The fantastic four out on cross and mtb
19 miles at 13 mph
Artic winds made 4 layers seem nothing
But great to be out
Fat tyres made for a reassuring ride
Coffee , caramel wafers and fig biscuits - lovely
Pics of mountain climbs for motivation
Good morning
may do again if dodgy next week
...inflicting on them a seeping, searing sort of cold which found its way everywhere.
Near to the ice...and a bit of wind got up, the cold was like a scraper running over your raw face.
The tumult of that..gale, increasing in fury...had a staggering malice from which there was no escape.
The wind, screaming and clawing...struck fear into every heart.
Now the physical harassing of this monstrous gale was battering at his body...sapping at a life-time's endurance, which...had never had to cope with an ordeal on this scale.
Well, perhaps it wasn't as bad as all that! Warming up nicely now in front of the fire.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
.........
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Comments
Has the Black Pig become the Slow Boat to Chrishall and will it be another Sunday in Hell?
I'll be there on the 'cross bike!
Freezing Dutchman
BBC forecast says snow,1C and 20mph winds at 9am, 'rising' to 2C by noon!
I am reviewing the situation....
Frosty Dutchman
Will keep checking and post tomorrow
Could do circuits just around the Mordens until had enough
My mtb is over 30 years old so will be slow and steady
But getting out is good
Getting cabin fever
Probably 10 am start
Hot drinks after
CP
Sounds like a snow-chain gang circuit.....
.....I thang yow!!
Laughing Dutchman
Yeti to decide if you are riding
Well 10.30 on your worst bike
( rain stops about 9am )
Ie mtb or train commute or something with a basket
8 mph or as slow as we need to
Stay local for about an hour or 90 mins
Let the madness begin
Only gritted roads
Pirate prize for worst bike ridden
( just got the gears to change on my tank )
no suspension
Made of steel
Fat gel saddle
Child gear change kit
Bright orange paint
( like the Dutchman )
Max speed about 10-12 mph
Beat that !
Oh snow you can't
CP
Tomorrow the Black Pig becomes the Endurance, crawling slowly through the pack ice
Hopefully not crushed, unlike the Cap'n's ribs
It's snow joke being out in testing conditions
Fat tyres the order of the day - on the bike as well as around the stomach
Get your winter clothing on and come for a gentle spin
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Flailing Snowman
Mtb order of the day
Raspberries to the roadies
Sneer at the snow
Jolly Roger flying high
CP
Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.
John Ruskin
FD
It's on !
10.30 from 3 tuns
See you soon
CP
bring those rusty old forgotten mtb
19 miles at 13 mph
Artic winds made 4 layers seem nothing
But great to be out
Fat tyres made for a reassuring ride
Coffee , caramel wafers and fig biscuits - lovely
Pics of mountain climbs for motivation
Good morning
may do again if dodgy next week
CP
Artic winds the right description, reminds me of The Cruel Sea
The section from Bassingbourn to Wendy on the snow-chain-gang circuit was excruciating
Thought we would be blown backwards, spinning furiously for 10mph!
Wind proof top was no such thing, but good to get out
Quite a few brave souls out on the roads braving the elements, Richard M braving the shopping!
Cap'n's cabin was much warmer and as welcoming as usual - thanks indeed for coffee and snacks
Days like today are a good foundation for the summer rides ahead
Plenty of pictures of monstrous moorish mountains and talk of rides to Wales and Wells- a lot of alliteration.
Frozen Dutchman
Extracts from The Cruel Sea:
...inflicting on them a seeping, searing sort of cold which found its way everywhere.
Near to the ice...and a bit of wind got up, the cold was like a scraper running over your raw face.
The tumult of that..gale, increasing in fury...had a staggering malice from which there was no escape.
The wind, screaming and clawing...struck fear into every heart.
Now the physical harassing of this monstrous gale was battering at his body...sapping at a life-time's endurance, which...had never had to cope with an ordeal on this scale.
Well, perhaps it wasn't as bad as all that! Warming up nicely now in front of the fire.
The Thawing Dutchman
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
.........
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Courage dear Pirates
CP
Aka. Henry V