Tara McDoggie and I left the house shortly after lunch yesterday for a pootle and first ride of the year.
Into Moss Bank Park which was seriously busy for this time of year so poor Tara had to stay on her leash.
Out the other side and into Bamber Bridge then a right turn onto a bridleway where Tara was freed and I had to push the bike up the hill. Not too steep to ride up, but bumpy enough to test my handling skills and slippy enough to test the nobbliest of tyres. Tara decided halfway up was an ideal spot to have a crap. Thanks Tara.
Lifting the bike to get through the 3 anti cycle gates really took its toll on my right shoulder which has been giving me jip for the past few months. I hate those bloody gates!
Tara can be an unpredictable little rotbag at the best of times so approaching Smithills Dean Road whilst off the lead was unnerving. But, she did as she was told and slowed to a stop just like me and crossing road in a calm, civilised manner earnt her a treat on the other side
We rolled along at a nice steady pace...well I did, along the lane. Tara was zipping in and out of bushes and behaving like a complete nutter as always. Calling her back and telling her to be nice when we meet other doggies is second nature now, but a waste of time when it's 2 or more doggies as she blatantly ignores me and bolts off to chase them anyway, as was the case when we crossed over a stream and headed uphill. On the crest were about 4 dogs and 5 or 6 people all stood right in the middle of the trail talking and Tara blasted straight through them to play tag. Rung the bell and ploughed up the little hill.
34t ring and 36t sprocket and the CityJets clung to the slippy, mud covered rocky trail like superglue. These tyres never fail to astound me given their slick profile. One of the dog owners seemed surprised to as he said to his partner, "That's some kind of superbike to get up that."
Nope, just some old mountain biking skills from days gone by.
Muttly and I continued our adventure around Horrocks Fold Park and stopped for a short rest and a pack of smokey bacon crisps. Tara had a couple meat sticks and a gob full of grass...
Back to riding (or walking if I was too chicken) some narrow single-track and onto Scout Road. The sun was mega low here and cars were racing into it at 50+mph.
"F**k that!" I thought. So Tara, leashed to the bike and I rode very illegally (pfft) along the footpath before turning left onto Smithills Dean Road again and a short brake block killing descent to a right turn onto another bridleway. I tend to prefer walking this one because every time I ride it, I leave the bike in a less than gracefull sideways direction.
Thankfully, Tara didn't wander off to socialise with the farmers cows. Last time, about ten of them and a bull chased her across the field
After passing the farm, we turned left onto Longshaw Ford Road and a painfully long brake dragging session into Bamber Bridge. It sounded like the pads were decimated.
Tara was free of the lead pretty much till we hit the estate and as we pulled up at the steps she looked knackered. That's rare. Good walk then
5 and a bit miles and 1hr 40mins of doggie happiness