If we hadn't had enough hills last week, there were a few more thrown in this week to keep Vino happy. This week's grupetto - Robbo, Chris, Lantern, Vino, Patron, Rocket, Mike, Ronnie.
Saturday 30 July 2011
Tuesday 26 July 2011
24/07/11 - You want me to ride up there!!!!!!!!!!
Having being treated to a new changing area by “not tight just prudent” Vino, the Lantern rolled into the usual meeting place with Vino and wiped the smile off the Candle’s face who was entertaining thoughts of not being last to get ready. The Lantern was pleased to see Mark making a welcome return to the peloton but somewhat concerned by the FDI’s absence. On the promised hilly route he felt he might not manage to corral a large enough Gruppetto to avoid elimination.
The group trundled out blissfully unaware of the hardships to come. As the group rode up towards Llyn Celyn the Lantern reflected that going uphill for the first hour of the ride wasn’t really his idea of fun and passed the time by idly wondering when exactly FDI would have reached for a gel, had he been there. Crossing the A4212, with no inkling of the suffering he’d endure along that self same road later, the lantern huffed and puffed behind the rest of the peloton who looked like they were still in the neutralised zone. Eventually the group passed the sometime café stop and began the descent into Blaenau.
Somewhere on that road the group hung a left & descended a single track rode with varying degrees of aplomb before a quick left then right and, after barely a 50 yard detour and a 360, another right. The Crapis found themselves on a lovely winding road. Appreciative murmurs were heard from the peloton about the views. The Matinee Idol following his pilot fish, the lantern, but punctured when he couldn’t avoid the rocks the lantern had, inconceivably, bounced over. Matinee’s back tyre went down faster than a premiership footballer. Matinee’s initial diagnosis of “I think the tyre’s f*cked” proved wide of the mark and with a brief diversion to knock his bike over for comedy effect the peloton was once more on the move.
The gradient grew steadily steeper and the lantern began to feel as confident as Andy Schleck on a Pyrenean descent. Rocket Ronnie hurtled down it like it was a ski ramp. Just as the lantern decided at any moment he was going to take off and form the flying V-shape, he was bought back to earth by a puncture. After a quick change the peloton was off again and swung onto another idyllic looking single track road. That lasted for a couple of miles before the track became festooned with stones and rabid looking dogs (thankfully chained up) both of which were a bit disconcerting. Mark completed the group’s hat-trick by picking up another puncture.
Waiting up the road at the Tan y Bwlch junction it finally dawned on the other five that one of the missing trio of Crapis must have punctured. With thinly veiled comments passing between Vino and the Candle about the nature of the next climb the lantern decided to act decisively. “F*ck it I’m making a start, you buggers will catch me anyway” he muttered and rode off with the sound of the Candle sniggering like Mutley in his ears.
Well I’m not sure how everyone else found it but the lantern wept tears of pure joy when he rounded the corner and saw the road ramping up before him. Oh Happy Day he thought as he bought out his patented Ivor the Engine climbing noises and chugged away up the climb. Remarkably near the top, the rest must have waited ages, he was joined by Vino and then the Candle. Cresting the hill the lantern attempted to follow the Candle down the other side but had to back off and marvel in admiration at his descending - still got a fat arse though mate!!!!
After another regrouping the peloton headed towards the Osprey observatory road on a thankfully flat piece of road at a fairly serene pace. Cue Rocket Ron on the front to push the pace up a bit. Never mind, the lantern thought we’ve just passed a sign saying Porthmadog three miles and that’s where the café is. Just as he had thought this Vino indicated right.
Well for maybe 50 yards the road looked ok then it suddenly ramped up in front of the Crapis in truly terrifying fashion. Never mind the Lantern thought it’ll flatten out around the next bend…..ok maybe the next one……please god the next one…..f*ck I’m getting off!! Most of the peloton were out of sight by this time but the lantern could hear, carried through the clear Welsh air, the unmistakable sound of bars being chewed. In the distance the Patron was still on his bike when he had no right to be (as in his words “This f**kers too steep for the likes of you and me”) before he too succumbed and joined the Crapi Ramblers (thanks Carl). Slightly ahead the Lantern could see his brother, the Candle, slumped over his bars gasping for breath with his legs shaking like Elvis in his pomp!!
The three regrouped and tried again; 100 yards up the road they were off again. Much cursing and threats against Vino’s person ensued. Chris and Mark came back to the trio and a conference was held to determine what to do. Eventually due to the fact that a) no one wanted to ride down anything that steep and b) no one knew where the café was it was agreed to continue. Mark and Chris rode off and shortly thereafter the road levelled off a bit, say to 20%, and the other three managed to get up to the others. More suffering followed before the peloton made it to the top of the climb.
Going down the other side was much more agreeable and the peloton descended gentler slopes through stunning views across the bay. Eventually Vino took the group through several sets of roadwork’s, round a roundabout twice, through Porthmadog and on to Borth-y-Gest for a welcome café stop. It was decreed at the café that there’d be no messing about on the way home and we’d just go back on the main road. The Lantern fully approved this plan.
After crossing the toll road over the estuary to more stunning views the group headed back towards Maentwrog when suddenly the Patron shouted “Carl are we turning right here”? The Lantern did a double-take. Up there!! Oh goody that looks steep. The Lantern tried to take a flier and get the jump on most of the group but within 200 yards of the start of the climb he found himself off the back. The technical cycling term for what had happened to the Lantern is “he was completely f**ked from that previous climb”. Slowly he ground his way up towards the top and thought dark thoughts about Vino.
Thankfully after the climb not too much height was lost on the descent and the Lantern was able to hang on until the group turned onto A4212 (remember that) to Bala. Shortly after the turn-off there was a short sharp ramp and the lantern lost contact and the Patron, whether through choice or necessity, joined him.
The rest of the peloton pulled clear and raced off towards Bala. Slowly but surely the Candle and Mark were dropped from the bunch. Four became two as Vino and Ronnie shot off and, despite a valiant attempt by the Matinee Idol (well according to him anyway), they were first back at the cars followed by Matinee, Chris, Candle and Mark.
Meanwhile off the back the Patron and Lantern were sweating and cursing up every ramp in the road. What tended to happen was that Patron would launch himself up each climb whilst the Lantern plodded. Once over the top Patron free-wheeled until Lantern caught up then they hit a drag, etc, etc. Eventually they made it back to the car due entirely due the Patron’s efforts dragging Lantern home.
Due to Carl’s tightness the Lantern didn’t get any post ride interviews this week but I imagine everyone was fairly subdued on account of being so knackered. Mark you certainly picked a good ride for your return!!! I didn’t see much of you and when I did I had no breath to chat but was good to see you and you looked like you were going well!!
As well as the usual thanks for everyone making the ride (almost) enjoyable I thought I’d paraphrase a few words from a certain Mr Shakespeare to do justice to the heroic deeds done this day:
“This day is called the feast of St Crapi.
He that survives this day and comes home safe,
Will stand on tip-toe when this day is named,
And perk up at the name of Crapi.
He that makes it to be an old git,
Will bore his mates each year,
And say “Tomorrow is St Crapis”
Then he’ll pull down his cycling shorts and show his scars,
And say “I got these scars on St Crapis day”
Chapeau one and all for surviving “Vino’s Vendetta” and hopefully I’ll see you all next weekend for another Crapi adventure - less hills though please!!!!
The group trundled out blissfully unaware of the hardships to come. As the group rode up towards Llyn Celyn the Lantern reflected that going uphill for the first hour of the ride wasn’t really his idea of fun and passed the time by idly wondering when exactly FDI would have reached for a gel, had he been there. Crossing the A4212, with no inkling of the suffering he’d endure along that self same road later, the lantern huffed and puffed behind the rest of the peloton who looked like they were still in the neutralised zone. Eventually the group passed the sometime café stop and began the descent into Blaenau.
Somewhere on that road the group hung a left & descended a single track rode with varying degrees of aplomb before a quick left then right and, after barely a 50 yard detour and a 360, another right. The Crapis found themselves on a lovely winding road. Appreciative murmurs were heard from the peloton about the views. The Matinee Idol following his pilot fish, the lantern, but punctured when he couldn’t avoid the rocks the lantern had, inconceivably, bounced over. Matinee’s back tyre went down faster than a premiership footballer. Matinee’s initial diagnosis of “I think the tyre’s f*cked” proved wide of the mark and with a brief diversion to knock his bike over for comedy effect the peloton was once more on the move.
The gradient grew steadily steeper and the lantern began to feel as confident as Andy Schleck on a Pyrenean descent. Rocket Ronnie hurtled down it like it was a ski ramp. Just as the lantern decided at any moment he was going to take off and form the flying V-shape, he was bought back to earth by a puncture. After a quick change the peloton was off again and swung onto another idyllic looking single track road. That lasted for a couple of miles before the track became festooned with stones and rabid looking dogs (thankfully chained up) both of which were a bit disconcerting. Mark completed the group’s hat-trick by picking up another puncture.
Waiting up the road at the Tan y Bwlch junction it finally dawned on the other five that one of the missing trio of Crapis must have punctured. With thinly veiled comments passing between Vino and the Candle about the nature of the next climb the lantern decided to act decisively. “F*ck it I’m making a start, you buggers will catch me anyway” he muttered and rode off with the sound of the Candle sniggering like Mutley in his ears.
Well I’m not sure how everyone else found it but the lantern wept tears of pure joy when he rounded the corner and saw the road ramping up before him. Oh Happy Day he thought as he bought out his patented Ivor the Engine climbing noises and chugged away up the climb. Remarkably near the top, the rest must have waited ages, he was joined by Vino and then the Candle. Cresting the hill the lantern attempted to follow the Candle down the other side but had to back off and marvel in admiration at his descending - still got a fat arse though mate!!!!
After another regrouping the peloton headed towards the Osprey observatory road on a thankfully flat piece of road at a fairly serene pace. Cue Rocket Ron on the front to push the pace up a bit. Never mind, the lantern thought we’ve just passed a sign saying Porthmadog three miles and that’s where the café is. Just as he had thought this Vino indicated right.
Well for maybe 50 yards the road looked ok then it suddenly ramped up in front of the Crapis in truly terrifying fashion. Never mind the Lantern thought it’ll flatten out around the next bend…..ok maybe the next one……please god the next one…..f*ck I’m getting off!! Most of the peloton were out of sight by this time but the lantern could hear, carried through the clear Welsh air, the unmistakable sound of bars being chewed. In the distance the Patron was still on his bike when he had no right to be (as in his words “This f**kers too steep for the likes of you and me”) before he too succumbed and joined the Crapi Ramblers (thanks Carl). Slightly ahead the Lantern could see his brother, the Candle, slumped over his bars gasping for breath with his legs shaking like Elvis in his pomp!!
The three regrouped and tried again; 100 yards up the road they were off again. Much cursing and threats against Vino’s person ensued. Chris and Mark came back to the trio and a conference was held to determine what to do. Eventually due to the fact that a) no one wanted to ride down anything that steep and b) no one knew where the café was it was agreed to continue. Mark and Chris rode off and shortly thereafter the road levelled off a bit, say to 20%, and the other three managed to get up to the others. More suffering followed before the peloton made it to the top of the climb.
Going down the other side was much more agreeable and the peloton descended gentler slopes through stunning views across the bay. Eventually Vino took the group through several sets of roadwork’s, round a roundabout twice, through Porthmadog and on to Borth-y-Gest for a welcome café stop. It was decreed at the café that there’d be no messing about on the way home and we’d just go back on the main road. The Lantern fully approved this plan.
After crossing the toll road over the estuary to more stunning views the group headed back towards Maentwrog when suddenly the Patron shouted “Carl are we turning right here”? The Lantern did a double-take. Up there!! Oh goody that looks steep. The Lantern tried to take a flier and get the jump on most of the group but within 200 yards of the start of the climb he found himself off the back. The technical cycling term for what had happened to the Lantern is “he was completely f**ked from that previous climb”. Slowly he ground his way up towards the top and thought dark thoughts about Vino.
Thankfully after the climb not too much height was lost on the descent and the Lantern was able to hang on until the group turned onto A4212 (remember that) to Bala. Shortly after the turn-off there was a short sharp ramp and the lantern lost contact and the Patron, whether through choice or necessity, joined him.
The rest of the peloton pulled clear and raced off towards Bala. Slowly but surely the Candle and Mark were dropped from the bunch. Four became two as Vino and Ronnie shot off and, despite a valiant attempt by the Matinee Idol (well according to him anyway), they were first back at the cars followed by Matinee, Chris, Candle and Mark.
Meanwhile off the back the Patron and Lantern were sweating and cursing up every ramp in the road. What tended to happen was that Patron would launch himself up each climb whilst the Lantern plodded. Once over the top Patron free-wheeled until Lantern caught up then they hit a drag, etc, etc. Eventually they made it back to the car due entirely due the Patron’s efforts dragging Lantern home.
Due to Carl’s tightness the Lantern didn’t get any post ride interviews this week but I imagine everyone was fairly subdued on account of being so knackered. Mark you certainly picked a good ride for your return!!! I didn’t see much of you and when I did I had no breath to chat but was good to see you and you looked like you were going well!!
As well as the usual thanks for everyone making the ride (almost) enjoyable I thought I’d paraphrase a few words from a certain Mr Shakespeare to do justice to the heroic deeds done this day:
“This day is called the feast of St Crapi.
He that survives this day and comes home safe,
Will stand on tip-toe when this day is named,
And perk up at the name of Crapi.
He that makes it to be an old git,
Will bore his mates each year,
And say “Tomorrow is St Crapis”
Then he’ll pull down his cycling shorts and show his scars,
And say “I got these scars on St Crapis day”
Chapeau one and all for surviving “Vino’s Vendetta” and hopefully I’ll see you all next weekend for another Crapi adventure - less hills though please!!!!
Sunday 17 July 2011
Crapis congratulate Al Lewis
Congratulations to Alan Lewis on his second place overall in the Oswestry Sprint Triathlon today. The cycle course included the climb of the Llansilin beast and Blodwell bank and only 30 odd seconds kept Al of the podium top spot.
http://ootri.webs.com//Oswestry%20Sprint%20Triathlon%202011%20catagory%20winners.pdf
http://ootri.webs.com//Oswestry%20Sprint%20Triathlon%202011%20catagory%20winners.pdf
Saturday 9 July 2011
A gentle jaunt with the Crapis - 09/07/11
This week saw a new addition to the peleton with Gaz Waud added to the Crapis palmares (offers for nicknames gratefully accepted). The FDI looked thoughtful when he arrived at the Patron’s house; apparently last week’s urine sample was almost entirely made up of a gel like substance. With Chris, Pepperami, Vino, Roger Whittaker and the Lantern rounding out the group the Patron led the way to meet up with Matinee.
FDI set a new record when he had a gel at the Moreton Park garden centre. Rumours that he is in advanced talks to have a revolving carousel fitted to his top tube to hold his gels are unconfirmed at time of going to press.
Western Rhyn saw another first as the Patron called a piss stop; FDI shot off to take advantage. It was then that the patron announced that the group would not be turning left outside WR but heading straight up to Selattyn. The Lantern groaned; FDI’s fingers closed around another gel…..
The climb didn’t stop in Selattyn as the group carried on climbing before eventually coming down at the far side of the racecourse hill. Gaz putting in an impressive performance on his first climb with the peleton (actually I was miles behind so I’ve no idea, but he’s new so I thought I’d be nice!!).
After swapping yarns until FDI and the Lantern appeared, the group then made its way towards the beast. After some formation descending by the peleton which left Gaz bemused and concerned (until assured it wasn’t compulsory) the group turned left for the beast. Vino, Roger, Chris, Peppers and Matinee pulled clear. Gaz, with the Patron keeping a paternal eye on him (and probably uttering things like “knock it back, it kicks up in a bit”), climbed steadily. Meanwhile the Lantern fumbled for his lowest gear and FDI’s hand slid towards his…..
With the group back together at the top, FDI shot off down the descent faster than diarrhoea coming out of a baby. The peleton swung right for Trefonen and FDI continued his assault until he suffered an energy implosion and his hand slid gratefully towards his…..
After the descent of Blodwell Bank the peleton was back together and headed towards Llanymynech with Chris, Peppers, Matinee and the Patron setting the tone for a fast dash to the village. Once over the main road the pace hotted up faster than the Lantern on an Alpine climb before the Patron called a left turn for an alternative ride to the café.
Once at the café the FDI sought out the Lantern and confirmed his legs had gone and he was knackered (N.B. He says this every week). After some light refreshment the peleton set out for the ride back. FDI’s café legs kicked in again as he slid off the back and usurped its rightful owner on the climb out of Morda. The Lantern hung on with the climbers (Hushovd like he though….) until the bottom of the old racecourse hill and then watched the usual suspects and the peleton’s newest member ride off up the road.
Whilst the Lantern did his Ivor the Engine impression up the climb the FDI was being shepherded by the Patron and brother Chris.
Another regrouping at the top saw FDI take a flier down the descent and the rest of the peleton left Gaz standing with their descending skills (apart from Vino who made sure Gaz didn’t miss the turn-off). The climb out of Oswestry was hard as usual (well it was for me you bastards!) and the Lantern’s mood wasn’t lightened by watching the FDI sail past him with Vino’s hand on his derriere (I believe they are just good friends….).
At the top FDI passed on the chance of a piss stop - things were worse than the Lantern imaged. The peleton stayed together until WR where the big boys (well Peppers and Vino) went off the front to wave goodbye to Matinee at the roundabout.
The rest of the peleton hit Chirk Bank and it nearly knocked the FDI out. Foaming a gel-like substance from his mouth he appeared on Chirk High street like an extra from the “Thriller” video. Roger Whittaker, Chris, Patron and Gaz rode up the Tally Ho together with Chris putting in a gentle reminder of his climbing skills while the Lantern rode in front of the FDI who had, by now, exchanged his gels for rosary beads and was just praying he’d get home.
The Lantern took this time to discuss with Coppi the improvements in cycling aids since his death in 1960. Whilst water and possibly a few amphetamines sufficed in his heyday perhaps energy drinks could be the way forward in these more enlightened times. The FDI sucked thoughtfully on a gel and said he’d think about it.
Back at Café le Patron Gaz was having his bike serviced when the Lantern returned (FDI having gone straight home) but there was no sign of Vino and Peppers. They arrived moments later and explained they’d missed the group whilst waiting by the Garden Centre (Note to Vino - Do not follow Peppers it never ends well) and some nonsense about a puncture stopping them reeling in the FDI and the Lantern. Ha!!
Tea and nutrigrain bars were consumed on the patio and all was well with the world. Hopefully Gaz enjoyed his first trip out with the Crapis and will return in a few weeks.
The FDI would like to pass on his thanks to everyone who ensured he got home still able to say his own name and, as ever, I’d like to thank everyone for making it such a lovely ride. Hopefully we’ll meet up and do it all again next weekend!!
P.S. Matinee - with seven consonants and only 2 vowels I’m passing on a new anagram for today’s ride!!
FDI set a new record when he had a gel at the Moreton Park garden centre. Rumours that he is in advanced talks to have a revolving carousel fitted to his top tube to hold his gels are unconfirmed at time of going to press.
Western Rhyn saw another first as the Patron called a piss stop; FDI shot off to take advantage. It was then that the patron announced that the group would not be turning left outside WR but heading straight up to Selattyn. The Lantern groaned; FDI’s fingers closed around another gel…..
The climb didn’t stop in Selattyn as the group carried on climbing before eventually coming down at the far side of the racecourse hill. Gaz putting in an impressive performance on his first climb with the peleton (actually I was miles behind so I’ve no idea, but he’s new so I thought I’d be nice!!).
After swapping yarns until FDI and the Lantern appeared, the group then made its way towards the beast. After some formation descending by the peleton which left Gaz bemused and concerned (until assured it wasn’t compulsory) the group turned left for the beast. Vino, Roger, Chris, Peppers and Matinee pulled clear. Gaz, with the Patron keeping a paternal eye on him (and probably uttering things like “knock it back, it kicks up in a bit”), climbed steadily. Meanwhile the Lantern fumbled for his lowest gear and FDI’s hand slid towards his…..
With the group back together at the top, FDI shot off down the descent faster than diarrhoea coming out of a baby. The peleton swung right for Trefonen and FDI continued his assault until he suffered an energy implosion and his hand slid gratefully towards his…..
After the descent of Blodwell Bank the peleton was back together and headed towards Llanymynech with Chris, Peppers, Matinee and the Patron setting the tone for a fast dash to the village. Once over the main road the pace hotted up faster than the Lantern on an Alpine climb before the Patron called a left turn for an alternative ride to the café.
Once at the café the FDI sought out the Lantern and confirmed his legs had gone and he was knackered (N.B. He says this every week). After some light refreshment the peleton set out for the ride back. FDI’s café legs kicked in again as he slid off the back and usurped its rightful owner on the climb out of Morda. The Lantern hung on with the climbers (Hushovd like he though….) until the bottom of the old racecourse hill and then watched the usual suspects and the peleton’s newest member ride off up the road.
Whilst the Lantern did his Ivor the Engine impression up the climb the FDI was being shepherded by the Patron and brother Chris.
Another regrouping at the top saw FDI take a flier down the descent and the rest of the peleton left Gaz standing with their descending skills (apart from Vino who made sure Gaz didn’t miss the turn-off). The climb out of Oswestry was hard as usual (well it was for me you bastards!) and the Lantern’s mood wasn’t lightened by watching the FDI sail past him with Vino’s hand on his derriere (I believe they are just good friends….).
At the top FDI passed on the chance of a piss stop - things were worse than the Lantern imaged. The peleton stayed together until WR where the big boys (well Peppers and Vino) went off the front to wave goodbye to Matinee at the roundabout.
The rest of the peleton hit Chirk Bank and it nearly knocked the FDI out. Foaming a gel-like substance from his mouth he appeared on Chirk High street like an extra from the “Thriller” video. Roger Whittaker, Chris, Patron and Gaz rode up the Tally Ho together with Chris putting in a gentle reminder of his climbing skills while the Lantern rode in front of the FDI who had, by now, exchanged his gels for rosary beads and was just praying he’d get home.
The Lantern took this time to discuss with Coppi the improvements in cycling aids since his death in 1960. Whilst water and possibly a few amphetamines sufficed in his heyday perhaps energy drinks could be the way forward in these more enlightened times. The FDI sucked thoughtfully on a gel and said he’d think about it.
Back at Café le Patron Gaz was having his bike serviced when the Lantern returned (FDI having gone straight home) but there was no sign of Vino and Peppers. They arrived moments later and explained they’d missed the group whilst waiting by the Garden Centre (Note to Vino - Do not follow Peppers it never ends well) and some nonsense about a puncture stopping them reeling in the FDI and the Lantern. Ha!!
Tea and nutrigrain bars were consumed on the patio and all was well with the world. Hopefully Gaz enjoyed his first trip out with the Crapis and will return in a few weeks.
The FDI would like to pass on his thanks to everyone who ensured he got home still able to say his own name and, as ever, I’d like to thank everyone for making it such a lovely ride. Hopefully we’ll meet up and do it all again next weekend!!
P.S. Matinee - with seven consonants and only 2 vowels I’m passing on a new anagram for today’s ride!!
Wednesday 6 July 2011
A Cook’s Tour - Crapi’s on Tour 02/07/11
The toughest aspect of this week’s ride appeared to be gathering the entire peleton in the same car park - Newtown only has 2 and we still managed a 5-4 split. Still thanks to an overly cautious early depart from home the peleton - Patron, Chris, Ron, Dave (Henceforth FDI), Matinee, Craig, Candle, Lantern and Vino (Hint to Vino that’s 9 people) - were still ready to roll out of Newtown at 9am.
Armed only with a printed map, 4 gels and a square jaw the Patron led the peleton out of Newtown and straight onto the first climb. The rest of the lads gave him a wide berth as he’d mention having bad guts (Ronnie can testify to the toilet acoustics later). Eventually after about 30 minutes on the front someone took pity and went to talk to him……Meanwhile at the back, an ever optimistic FDI was telling the Lantern his legs had gone as his hand crept towards his gel stash….
The peleton swung right off the main road and were soon enjoying the quiet country roads complete with stunning views. What a lovely way to ride your bike the Lantern thought. At that very moment an earth shattering “Piss stop boys” rent the air and scattered birds for several miles.
Ablutions complete, the peleton continued to wind its merry way down the country lanes with both FDI and the Lantern putting in appearances up at the front. Both later agreed that would do for the day. Somewhere around this time the pack missed a right which added 10 miles onto the day. Some have blamed the Lantern who was on the front at the time but in his defence I’d like to say 2 things:
1) Go on admit it, you loved the extra mileage.
2) Craig’s all singing (and yes it is very impressive) satnav thingy didn’t spot it either - I believe it thought we were on the outskirts of Bala at the time……..
Eventually the group made it to Elan Valley visitor centre and a very welcome rest. Fully refreshed the Patron and the Lantern visited the latrines. Ron had the misfortune to be in there at the same time and apparently hasn’t slept since.
Having refuelled and, in some instances, lightened the load, the group set off to ride up past the dams of the Elan Valley. A truly stunning bit of road followed and the group toiled on (well at least FDI and the Lantern did) before swinging right and climbing up out of the valley. Or so the Lantern thought. After a brief climb the road turned down again and headed towards the bottom of the day’s “climb”. The group had splintered by now and so the fast boys missed the sight of the Patron gripping the bars tight; the seat tighter and muttering a prayer as he hit the metal bridge just before the climb.
The Lantern had no such worries and sailed over it before gripping the bars tight; the seat tighter and muttering a prayer as he hit the bottom of the climb. Behind him he could hear Ron and FDI chatting as they climbed - bastards!! The Lantern suspects that FDI only shut up cause he was gulping a gel……
FDI and the Lantern failed to make the second picture of the day due to taking too long on the climb. Candle failed to make either on account of it being his camera.
The lovely descent was over far too soon and Craig was yelling “left turn” after finally figuring out where the “on” switch was on the Garmin. Just after the turn the Lantern distinctly heard Craig say it was about 15 miles to go…..
When the peleton regrouped at a Post Office it was still about 15 miles to go apparently……
Half a mile outside the village the Lantern led the group onto the A470, up a drag and past a sign that said Newtown 20 miles - **@@%&^ Garmin the Lantern thought.
Once the Lantern pulled over Dick Dastardly, sorry I mean Ronnie, hit the front. After skulking at the back for most of the ride he now did what he does best. Tries to hurt people in the last 20!! The pace went over 30 and the FDI then hit the front and kept the pace high. Whilst the Lantern prayed for absolution the peleton sped on like someone had shoved half a pound of ginger up its jaxie as rider after rider came through and the peleton ate up the mileage.
Mercifully, at least from the Lantern’s viewpoint, Patron called a halt and the group turned left, missed another right and then eventually turned right. At this point (approx 77 miles in) the peleton splintered with the big boys going to fight it out and FDI and the Lantern bringing up the rear with their minders - Chris and the Patron.
Apparently the Garmin had one last trick up its sleeve as the lead group, now shorn of the Candle, overshot their turn and allowed the Candle to claim “First back to the cars” honour. Though technically his transport was in a different car park so maybe that disqualifies him….?
All in all a fantastic day out for the lads and, as always, thanks to all of you for making it such a pleasure to ride with the Craps. Hopefully we’ll all meet up again next weekend and do it all over again J
P.S. Hope you all guessed FDI stood for Flying Dead Italian
Armed only with a printed map, 4 gels and a square jaw the Patron led the peleton out of Newtown and straight onto the first climb. The rest of the lads gave him a wide berth as he’d mention having bad guts (Ronnie can testify to the toilet acoustics later). Eventually after about 30 minutes on the front someone took pity and went to talk to him……Meanwhile at the back, an ever optimistic FDI was telling the Lantern his legs had gone as his hand crept towards his gel stash….
The peleton swung right off the main road and were soon enjoying the quiet country roads complete with stunning views. What a lovely way to ride your bike the Lantern thought. At that very moment an earth shattering “Piss stop boys” rent the air and scattered birds for several miles.
Ablutions complete, the peleton continued to wind its merry way down the country lanes with both FDI and the Lantern putting in appearances up at the front. Both later agreed that would do for the day. Somewhere around this time the pack missed a right which added 10 miles onto the day. Some have blamed the Lantern who was on the front at the time but in his defence I’d like to say 2 things:
1) Go on admit it, you loved the extra mileage.
2) Craig’s all singing (and yes it is very impressive) satnav thingy didn’t spot it either - I believe it thought we were on the outskirts of Bala at the time……..
Eventually the group made it to Elan Valley visitor centre and a very welcome rest. Fully refreshed the Patron and the Lantern visited the latrines. Ron had the misfortune to be in there at the same time and apparently hasn’t slept since.
Having refuelled and, in some instances, lightened the load, the group set off to ride up past the dams of the Elan Valley. A truly stunning bit of road followed and the group toiled on (well at least FDI and the Lantern did) before swinging right and climbing up out of the valley. Or so the Lantern thought. After a brief climb the road turned down again and headed towards the bottom of the day’s “climb”. The group had splintered by now and so the fast boys missed the sight of the Patron gripping the bars tight; the seat tighter and muttering a prayer as he hit the metal bridge just before the climb.
The Lantern had no such worries and sailed over it before gripping the bars tight; the seat tighter and muttering a prayer as he hit the bottom of the climb. Behind him he could hear Ron and FDI chatting as they climbed - bastards!! The Lantern suspects that FDI only shut up cause he was gulping a gel……
FDI and the Lantern failed to make the second picture of the day due to taking too long on the climb. Candle failed to make either on account of it being his camera.
The lovely descent was over far too soon and Craig was yelling “left turn” after finally figuring out where the “on” switch was on the Garmin. Just after the turn the Lantern distinctly heard Craig say it was about 15 miles to go…..
When the peleton regrouped at a Post Office it was still about 15 miles to go apparently……
Half a mile outside the village the Lantern led the group onto the A470, up a drag and past a sign that said Newtown 20 miles - **@@%&^ Garmin the Lantern thought.
Once the Lantern pulled over Dick Dastardly, sorry I mean Ronnie, hit the front. After skulking at the back for most of the ride he now did what he does best. Tries to hurt people in the last 20!! The pace went over 30 and the FDI then hit the front and kept the pace high. Whilst the Lantern prayed for absolution the peleton sped on like someone had shoved half a pound of ginger up its jaxie as rider after rider came through and the peleton ate up the mileage.
Mercifully, at least from the Lantern’s viewpoint, Patron called a halt and the group turned left, missed another right and then eventually turned right. At this point (approx 77 miles in) the peleton splintered with the big boys going to fight it out and FDI and the Lantern bringing up the rear with their minders - Chris and the Patron.
Apparently the Garmin had one last trick up its sleeve as the lead group, now shorn of the Candle, overshot their turn and allowed the Candle to claim “First back to the cars” honour. Though technically his transport was in a different car park so maybe that disqualifies him….?
All in all a fantastic day out for the lads and, as always, thanks to all of you for making it such a pleasure to ride with the Craps. Hopefully we’ll all meet up again next weekend and do it all over again J
P.S. Hope you all guessed FDI stood for Flying Dead Italian
Saturday 2 July 2011
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