Well I finally got out on my first Manchester ride.
@ColinJ very kindly offered to show me a few sights in his neck of the woods, so met up in Todmorden.
Forecast was a bit grim for later in the day so we set off heading through Hebden Bridge (which I've heard of...somehow) and Mytholmroyd before hitting the first climb. Near the top the wind got a little outrageous, so we diverted off the main road just after Cragg Vale. The view was fantastic.
Hilly climbs was followed by step descents, and on new roads I was taking the downs almost as slowly as I was climbing!
Another climb up Luddenden Foot, avoiding a rather irate driver (irate for goodness knows what reason other than we hadn't thrown ourselves and our bikes into the nearest ditch for him) for another photo op
Then thru Midgley for another climb, at this point the weather started turning from reasonable sunshine to light rain. In the distance, dark clouds were a loomin'.
Photo of a photo being taken of a photo being taken...
A few more skittish descents, this time in light rain, and back through Hebden Bridge (still hadn't figured out how I knew this place) where
@ColinJ went full evil and looped us back to a monstrous hill that I shall call "Mount Sonofabitch" (although its technical name is Heptonstall Road). The rain lashed down as I huffed and puffed my way up the 1 mile, 10% average gradient, having to stop 3 times for a quick breather while Colin effortlessly span his way ahead of me.
Then the rain got heavier, and for the last 100 yards I was treated to cobbles! And mad bus drivers doing Colin McRae impressions!
Almost at the top I was greeted with the beautiful oasis that was a cafe.
A cold shivering Nomad sat eating his chip butty and drank his tea, but in truth it didn't concern me too much as Colin was great company, even though it was clear from the last climb that he was secretly trying to kill me.
I also had a theory that I maybe read about Hebden Bridge due to some war, perhaps the war of the roses?
(^^ I've looked, it has no history with wars, floral or otherwise).
After the pitstop, and being reassured it was all downhill from here, we carried on up the rest of the climb (there was some left apparently) and then had to stop as Colin was suffering from a slack bottom.
Then followed quite a few sketchy descents, and some unannounced climbs before a final photo op of some more stunning scenery.
Finally making our way back down to Todmorden where we parted ways and I spent 20 minutes loading the car back up for the ride home.
Despite not having ridden too much recently, having the backend of my manflu, and clearly being out of my depth with these hills, I thoroughly enjoyed it, and must give massive thanks to
@ColinJ for all the local tales he passed on, being great company, and being very, VERY patient!
I also found out it was the second biggest ascent in a single ride, after Velothon Wales - and that was only 150 metres more over an extra 60 miles!
I still don't know where I know Hebden Bridge from.
https://www.strava.com/activities/440284946