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I like to make up my own name for roads that don't have signs saying what they are called.
I'm glad I'm not the only one...
I like to make up my own name for roads that don't have signs saying what they are called.
Reservoir Cogs: Tour of the traffic free roads of North Wales.
I recently discovered there is not just one, but two dead end traffic free climbs to hydroelectric dams in North Wales. It would be rude not to attempt them both in a day, and I've never cycled any of these roads before.
Thus, yesterday, three off us set off from Conwy:
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and amble up the valley to Betws y Coed. The first climb starts here, the Crimea Pass to Blaenau Ffestiniog. Long but not steep and followed by a very fast descent. Now the first target, Llyn Stwlan.
I cannot emphasise too much what a wonderful road this is. Perfectly surfaced, spectacular scenery and views and my friend counts fully 16 hairpins. The dam hoving into view is an intimidating sight.
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The descent of the hairpins, though, is astonishing. They're so tightly packed it's more like skiing than cycling.
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Lunch now beckons, the Ffestiniog railway bridges decorating the route.
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The café at Garreg has an amazing mainly veggie menu, but alas it's rammed and the 45 minute wait for hot food means just pasties and excellent frangipane cake. Highly recommended.
Fortified, a lovely scenic back road takes us to the climb up to Pen y Pass. First mechanical ensues, but not a bad place to fix a puncture. View attachment 607725
Over the Pass and another supersonic descent, to Llanberis. We take the road back up the opposite side of the lake, a brutal albeit pleasantly wooded and scenic ascent.
Now the sting in the tail, what I believe is the highest paved road in Wales, Marchlyn Mawr. Bikes hoisted over the gate, a world of pain as we haul our sorry carcasses through a desolate moorland landscape to the summit. This is one for the hard core only, an unremitting and bleak climb, but it certainly feels good to be at the top. View attachment 607727
I've noted the rather severe cattle grids on the way up. "Take care" are my last words. BANG. The second grid has, literally, metal ridges with sharp tops affixed and my rear wheel succumbs at 40mph. View attachment 607728
This appears fatal. The rim is utterly pringled and is hitting the frame. It's even worse than the photo appears, having a severe Z shaped impact viewed from above, and I doubt it'll hold the bead. But, to my astonishment, I manage to pull the wheel straight enough to rotate, and get enough air in to ride without it blowing off. We're away, the rest of the longest descent in Wales needing to be done on front brakes only(!).
20 miles to the finish are completed without incident, some lovely lanes and spectacular views of Anglesey and the Orme from NCN5.
The sun is just starting to set at the end.
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93 miles, 2700m climbing.
Do Llyn Stwlan before you die, it's amazing.
Avoid Marchlyn Mawr unless you're a masochist!
Can you pop the route up, that first climb looks stunning.
I believe that's the climb Ed Laverack of YouTube fame took the KOM on in 8.29he posted the video this week , did you get near it ?
I almost always have long tights on when I ride . . . I sunburn very easily and hate to put sunscreen all over. It was probably 36 C when this was taken.with long tights on
cheers it was mini ck that was on the desktop when i selected the images@Moderators could perhaps remove @cyberknight's birth certificate, he can reinstate later if he really meant to post it.
What a day for a bike ride, and about time too. Almost a week without turning a wheel, will I still be able to pedal? Yup, that bit started OK. ‘Tis a bit cool out here, though warmer is promised, so off me and the Bob Jackson went.
This last few weeks there has been a big awkward-to-go zone centred on Bramham, where the Leeds Festival was last weekend. Some road closures, and a lot of checkpoints where motorists were stopped, questioned and often told to go back. Not as blunt as that, I suppose, but that is what it looked like. No problems for cyclists except the random queues of cars in strange places. And it slowed down the riding. So today it made sense to go for a ride around that way.
Shuffle through Holbeck, cross the river using Crown Point Bridge, up to Oakwood and for the first time in quite a while ride up Boot Hill. A bit of a pull. Stay on the A58 to Carr Lane, into Thorner and leave up Church Hill. Squiggle round the south side of Bramham to find Toulston Lane. There is a right turn off here, just before Toulston, that way towards Stutton. In the sunshine, the clouds had broken up, ride through that village on my way to the A162.
Even before reaching that road, I could see a lot of cyclists on there. Heading north. I turned right, to head south as per my intention anyway. More, more and even more cyclists going the other way, must have been some sort of event. Straight through Towton, keep on to Saxton Lane, a narrow road on the right. Which wends its way gently into Saxton itself. One day I will stop there, see if the pub still opens sort of stop. Today I was too early anyway.
Take the road out to Garlic Flats, fields they are, and turn right onto the road from Sherburn to Lotherton Hall. Another right turn by those gates, and Aberford is next. On the way from there to Barwick I realised that I would be going back to Thorner, unless Leeds Road at Scholes was open again. And it was. A visit to Seacroft then. The old A64 up through the village as far as the village green, left turn onto Baileys Lane and not far from the church is the end of the history bit. More recent buildings now.
Down to Wykebeck Park, through that to the A58 by St Johns and it is a left turn to pass the clock at Oakwood and take my usual route home from there. A whole lot of a ride, for me. There have been longer ones this year, bigger numbers all round. Today’s thirty eight miles was a bit brisker than usual, maybe because there was only 1600 feet of ascent in there. But it felt so good, good enough for the grin at the end of the street.
The garthing was busy, as ever,
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