lets here your epic tale Colin
Phew - I was pretty sure it was the Dales, but that's practically urban over there in the SE corner and I've never been along that road so my fear of not recognising a road I ride regularly has gone and I can step down from being ready to kick myself :-)
Yes, I can imagine that one living at the prettier end of Yorkshire wouldn't get down there too often!
It is a good destination or via point for those of us who have to make a bit of a trek to get to the Dales though. There are some nice loops which go to Burnsall or Grassington and go or come back that way.
My little tale involves former CycleChat member
longers. (I haven't seen him on the forum since 2016 when he made a last appearance to rue Vernon's passing.)
Longers was really fit, and liked to ride fixed. (I can't remember if he rode conventional bikes too.)
I had organised a forum ride. The route to Beamsley escapes me, but we were then going up Lanshaw Bank to the position that I chose for my mystery road. A group of us set off and were riding along when I spotted longers waiting at the roadside ahead on his trusty fixed gear bike. He had decided to join us unannounced. I said hello to him and he asked if he could join us. (Me, glancing down at his bike...) "Er, yeah, sure, but do you know what kind of hills we will be doing today!" He smiled and said that he could always turn back if he got tired...
Anyway, after lots of ups and downs we eventually headed up Lanshaw Bank. The other riders spread out up the climb ahead of me. I was grovelling in the bottom gear on my triple chainset-equipped bike. Longers was 25 metres ahead of me, standing up and making steady progress. We hit that b*st*rd 20% ramp and I wondered how long it would be before longers hopped off his bike to walk the rest. Suddenly he started to slow. Here we go...! But no - he did NOT dismount - he only did a bloody trackstand, on a 20% slope!
He turned to look back at the view shown in my picture, said how beautiful it was, and then set off again with me in pursuit. He disappeared into the distance and over the crest of the hill...