Cubist
Still wavin'
- Location
- Ovver 'thill
Well, a first for me was a mate's stag do by mountainbike. We met at a cafe for a big boys' breakfast, then discovered the pub next door was shut. Climbed a geet big hill into Almondburyband found all the pubs there were shut too. A quick tootle to Farnley Tyas along the old Farnley Line worked up just enough of a thirst to enjoy a couple of pints at the Golden Cock. The sun was out now so off came the legwarmers, and a jaunt to the Rose and Crown at Thurstonland. Two more pints and a consensus that we should nip into Stocksmoor to the Clothiers. We jousted with a muck spreader for a mile or so, but got to the Clothiers before any serious dehydration set in, and replaced essential fluids and minerals there.
By now we needed to ride a bit further, and the Woodman at Thunderbridge was beckoning. The beer garden by the river was an absolute sun trap, and the people from the wedding party provided a good foil to our scruffy MTBer gaggle. Troy and Jamie told us there was some awesome singletrack inthe woods above the pub, so they persuaded us to go and ride it with them. One gap jump, some big step downs and some muddy rooty stuff was a good test for some of us. Tricky with seven pints on board I decided to miss the jump out.
The steep mudslide down onto the road was a good little test of balance, and I was glad I'd decided to put the flatties on the bike. Mark then remembered a bit of cheeky singletrack that took us along the banking above the stream. Only one of us got lost and was shouted at by the mad donkey woman who hates mtbers.
Next stop the chippy next to the Spring, which meant one of each washed down with a bit of beer. The girls inthe chippy felt sorry for Jamie who by this time had skinned a knee popping his Alpine 160 off a little kerb. White Swan at highburton was next, and we stayed there long enough for a couple more. A quick tootle along the main road found us at the Star at Fenay Bridge, and I decided to pace myself. Just a single pint there before we made our way back tothe start to the Waterloo which had finally opened. Another quickie there before heading down through the industrial estate to the Beaumont Arms at Lascelles Hall. I called it quits there, as Mrs Cube offered to come and fetch me and the bike. Mark the stag's computer told us we'd done 13 miles, and my calculations make that one pint per mile.
My legs are covered in pedal rash from the pinned pedals, and my bald head is sunburnt.
By now we needed to ride a bit further, and the Woodman at Thunderbridge was beckoning. The beer garden by the river was an absolute sun trap, and the people from the wedding party provided a good foil to our scruffy MTBer gaggle. Troy and Jamie told us there was some awesome singletrack inthe woods above the pub, so they persuaded us to go and ride it with them. One gap jump, some big step downs and some muddy rooty stuff was a good test for some of us. Tricky with seven pints on board I decided to miss the jump out.
The steep mudslide down onto the road was a good little test of balance, and I was glad I'd decided to put the flatties on the bike. Mark then remembered a bit of cheeky singletrack that took us along the banking above the stream. Only one of us got lost and was shouted at by the mad donkey woman who hates mtbers.
Next stop the chippy next to the Spring, which meant one of each washed down with a bit of beer. The girls inthe chippy felt sorry for Jamie who by this time had skinned a knee popping his Alpine 160 off a little kerb. White Swan at highburton was next, and we stayed there long enough for a couple more. A quick tootle along the main road found us at the Star at Fenay Bridge, and I decided to pace myself. Just a single pint there before we made our way back tothe start to the Waterloo which had finally opened. Another quickie there before heading down through the industrial estate to the Beaumont Arms at Lascelles Hall. I called it quits there, as Mrs Cube offered to come and fetch me and the bike. Mark the stag's computer told us we'd done 13 miles, and my calculations make that one pint per mile.
My legs are covered in pedal rash from the pinned pedals, and my bald head is sunburnt.
and it wasn't as cold as of late but I soon discovered that riding was rather on the uncomfortable side. I should have turned back but was stubborn and carried on - a big mistake as I feel rather bruised internally today.
.. well after my eye op on 6th march and was banned from lifting bending and cycling.i was finally told i could do some light exercise so out came the boardman cx did 18 miles 
took a few pics bloody hands got very cold ...not like llast sat mix of trail and road not fast but felt bloody great to be on the bike again
) and instead I still had a headwind, but at least it was motion generated rather than something racing off the Pennies and stopping me dead in my tracks. 
