A group of green laners, rough stuffers and folk of a relaxed persuasion based in Manchester
About a month or so ago I sent a letter. Wanting nothing in return it was sent with one purpose, to say thank you! It was sent to David Warner. The man responsible for bringing the world of one Charlie Chadwick to life ( please see previous post - Pot of gold... ) Charlie’s diaries ( 4 …
Numbers engraved on the very depth of my soul. Why? My last 4 from my time in the Army. A life that has long since past. Why am I telling you this? Well, because the ride last Friday brought back memories, so many memories. Trundling along Cheshires Finest B roads, tired but happy. Piss wet …
What a difference a week makes. I wasn't at all surprised to see rain make an appearance on the forecast. It was my birthday yesterday after all! Plus, a week of fairly glorious weather in May will only ever end one way. After such a wonderful turnout last week it was inevitable that our numbers …
Its true, I did. On a towpath. It was a terrible ordeal. It shot out of a side-lying shrub straight through my spinning, slicing spokes. I watched its half-mangled feathered frame thrash far away into the darkened underbrush and I could do nothing but laboriously slide away, the guilt weighing heavy on every half-arsed stroke …
The joy of riding after dark. Whilst the quantity of evening rides Steve & I have enjoyed this summer have been relatively few, the quality has been top notch. It can be difficult to summon the energy to head back out on the bike on a Friday night after a week at work, especially if the …
Grass up the middle CC 