A Manchester based cycling club for green laners, rough stuffers and those of a relaxed persuasion
Saturday morning's arrival was a little painful after the previous nights send off for a work colleague... A little more decimated by the Behemoth Brewing Company than I had factored in for today's ride, planned a couple days previously. Not really feeling the Mojo for a 140km ride, I settle for an abridged version which …
May Hill is a distinctive landmark in North Gloucestershire, one I can almost see from home. It’s summit is about 11 miles away as the crow flies, however the ride route is almost double. A ride through quiet lanes, along gravel paths rounded out with the steep climb to the top. Once on the summit …
T'was the day after Boxing Day, and a long (ahem, very long) overdue trip to visit Will was finally realised. The party for the day was 5 strong. Myself and Steve had promised (threatened) to head out to Wills neck of the woods numerous times, and with Graham and Tom making up the numbers it …
Saturday, the forecast said it was going to be grim......and so it was. I got out to the bench, got a brew on, ate some biscuits and pulled out my book, and then the rain came, and the wind and shortly after a slobbering bulldog whose owner couldn’t care less about the fact that it …
A solid forecast, an Autumn that keeps on giving, and the return of our good pal Will (We don't see Will too often, so to receive a message confirming his presence for this mornings outing was a lovely surprise). Throw in our favourite lanes, some trail side brews, a couple of sausage butties and the …
I’ve just spent the last month (more or less) riding bikes along the coastal roads of North West England. There’s a number of reasons for doing this, the main one being that this is an area that I’ve come to love over the last twenty five years of staying here ( in fact it seriously …
Through all of our lives, there are certain milestones that are aimed for and hopefully reached... learning to walk, learning to talk and of course, learning to ride a bike. The latter happened for me simply and painlessly over 50 years ago; with the help and determination of my father who fell in love with …
