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Sunday, 22nd January. “Arrange it and they will
come” to para-phrase some film about corn and baseball. And so it was this morning as club members from
all points of the compass, emerging from their winter-slumber, converged on NCE.
A slightly longer route than intended (thank you Andrew L) saw a canter
to Llandysul, back lanes to Capel Dewi, Talgarreg and Plwmp, before diving down
to Solihull Minor for coffee and cake.
One man vs. horse incident to report; no-one hurt, but a little bit of
rubber left on the road and a little bit of the [bike] rider left in his shorts. Suffice to say it was touch and go whether
Horse-limbo was going to be order of the day, but with some shouting, minor
hysterics and a dive down the gutter-line, disaster was averted. 60 miles covered today – that’ll do nicely,
ta very big.
The Aberporth massive was reduced
to one today it seems, cutting a lonely figure he was too – has there been a
falling-out we wondered?
Sunday, 15th January. With
heavy legs from Saturday's training efforts, today was a slog for some.
First of the Coffee Runs saw us dashing for Llangrannog (oh yeah
- that's really conducive to resting tired legs... moan, moan, moan)
against what felt like a multi-directional headwind. We all
arrived safely and the 'you take the high road, I'll take the low road'
approach seemed to work OK with a relatively good-quality 40 miles or
so completed. One near-death experience to report as
Mr-Beardy-Pipe-Smoking-Probably-Myopic-Fiat-Driving-Tw*t attempted to
turn accross the path of Johnny Hoogerland at the Tesco's junction in
Cardigan; suffice to say his error in judgement was pointed out to
him.
Sunday, 8th January. “...Just the two of us;
We can make it if we try;
Just the two of us.
Just the two of us;
Building castles in the sky.
Just the two of us,
You and I...”
And so it was this
morning as Smiffy and I cracked off a couple of hours in the absence of anyone
else. Bit damp to start, but soon brightened up, as promised by Derek the
Weather. As is now common place, we saw the
exclusive Aberporth Cycling Club going their own way; as usual, the opposite
way to Velo Teifi.
2011
Tuesday, 27th December. Not
technically a Sunday, I know [not actually a sunday - Ed], but the
holiday enthusiasm was evident today. The festive season had
clearly laid a heavy guilt trip on club members as this morning’s
ride saw not
one, not two but three groups on the road; each group being
self-selecting
based on a complicated formula of turkey consumption divided by a
sherry schooner
differential, integrated by the cubed root of the mince pie consumptive
fractal
index. Suffice to say, we were all “burpin’
turkey”. With most members opting to ride to NCE (as
opposed to driving there and parking around the corner, then sprinting two
hundred yards to generate an impression of perceived effort in getting to the
meeting point), the chosen route to our favourite suburb of Birmingham was met
with a few groans and, yes, a slight whiff of gravy. Two groups managed to get to Llangrannog
safely where we were met with not a hint of Black Country accents; how
refreshing. With espressos and cake
quaffed, Team VT made one of the slowest ascents from Lesser Solihull, heading
to respective homes for more leftovers, no doubt. Burpin’ turkey, folks. Burpin’ Turkey.
Sunday, 18th December. Getting up on a grey,
blustery December morning is hard enough sometimes; getting up to go and ride a
bicycle for ‘fun’ even more so. Add to
the mix the previous night out with Cardigan Running Club and the essential viewing
of the excellent Hammer film “The Gorgon” when you get in at 1 a.m. and this morning’s reveille was particularly
troublesome.
“Oooh, it’s hard,” I
muttered to no-one in particular at silly o’clock when I awoke.
“Not now dear, it’s too
early,” replied my semi-Sleeping Beauty.
Obviously, I was
referring to the challenge outlined at the start of this blurb, but it was good
to know that no other options for morning entertainment were available to me. So off I trotted for a pre-ride ride before
the 0930hrs meet.
Slimy roads, road salt,
drippy noses and snot-rockets were to be the order of the day. Wrapped up like Nanook, with Ninja-like eye
slits, Davies-san was quite perky today, blathering on about how only riding
once a month was transforming his riding...
He was left to his own devices and the Club Ride duly set about the
roads from Cardigan to Bridell to Eglws... Eglwsw... That Place to Crymych to
Crosswell to Brynberian and on to Newport for espressos and nose wipes. Returning via Nevern and Croft to Cardigan,
it wasn’t too bad a ride considering. No
rain, no ice, no snow but windy. Overall,
worth getting up for. Probably.
Sunday, 30th October. Lazy Davies struggled
today. His self-imposed ‘month of rest’
(read: lethargy and cake) had left him bereft of any ability to propel his
bicycle with any form of forward motion.
Hills were definitely out of the equation today. As it was for Smiffy
who, having returned from a sojourn with Cav and his missus (yes, that Cav and
yes, really) in the gloriously opulent surroundings of Dubai, agreed that hot
days of Cav-spotting had taken their toll and a flat route was the order of the
day. Cleary sympathetic to the plaintive
cries, the group set out from Cenarth and up the first hill then down to
Abercych. Then up the next hill to
Carreg Wen before looping back to Abercych to meet up with the [late arriving]
Yo-ster and onto the suffer-fest that is the climb from the Fox &
Hounds. It was then a continuing tale of
down dale and o’er hill before Lazy D capitulated at Boncath and made a break
for home. Fortunately, Jav-lar provided
the lead-out thus ensuring that Pitiful D didn’t just fall into a ditch and
sleep a bit. An inauspicious start to
winter riding then, with Dozey D promising to do better next time. There was one highlight however: Janey K’s
unplanned dismount with 360 loop, double back flip and forward roll, performed
just outside the Cenarth Post Office in front of at least 50 aghast onlookers. Nobody actually saw this, but we believe that’s
exactly what happened.
Sunday, 11th September. Climachx.
Mmmm, gnarly. Completely worth an
hour and a bit drive. Setting off at 0700ish
from various starting points, the VTCC knobblies rendezvoused bright and breezy
in a very quiet Machynlleth town centre before descending on Ceinws City and
the Climachx’s starting area. Pulling on
appropriate gear and readying themselves for a few hours of trail bashing, tyre
slashing, rock hopping, drop-off leaping, board running, berm burning and mud
splashing, the crew were taken with young Tommy K’s Pulp Fiction-inspired
Banksy-artwork t-shirt. Pulp what? Came the youngster's honest reply. Oh dear,
the tone was set for the day. “...Say
'what' again. Say 'what' again, I dare you, I double dare you m*********r, say
what one more Goddamn time!” (Jules, 1994).
Slightly taken aback by the joint onslaught, Tommy K led the way up the
first climb looking a bit bemused.
Having climbed this before, we asked Tommy how long the first climb
would take... our response? “That's thirty minutes away. I'll be there
in ten...” (The Wolf, 1994). Eh? Nevermind,
Tom, just keep going. The first puncture struck after 15 mins, “...Man, you best back off, I'm gittin' a little
p*ssed here...” (Jules, 1994) quoted the victim. Tom didn’t flinch. Nearing the top of the climb the team were
going well, stopping for brief respite before the first bit of fun, someone
asked if everyone was OK..., “...Yeah, we
cool. Two things. Don't tell nobody about this. This shit is between me, you,
and Mr. Soon-To-Be-Living-The-Rest-of-His-Short-Ass-Life-In-Agonizing-Pain
Rapist here. It ain't nobody else's business....”
(Marsellus, 1994). Tom’s grin was strained; confused
even. Shortly after, Carl’s first puncture
hit. Damnit, what now, the plaintive
enquired “...What now? Let me tell you what now. I'm a call a coupla hard,
pipe-hittin' n*ggers, who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers
and a blow torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you
by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass..” (Marsellus, 1994). We were on a roll now, in every sense of the
word. Eventually, the group reached the
summit and the start of the last (and claimed longest in Wales) single track
descent to the cars. Big H picked up and
then fixed his puncture and the great descent began. Outstanding, natural-featured, single track
thrash down – fantastic, and upon arrival back at the cars the call went out – “let’s
do it again!”. Damn the spirited youth
amongst us. The second drop down the
final descent was as good as the first, except for Carl who had his second puncture
and, out of quotes, he just got on and fixed it. A great day was rounded off in Mach with a
spot of lunch with the Senior citizens (all of them, it seemed) of the town – “ooh,
they do a lovely roast here, they do. My
George loves coming here on a Sunday... Is that your motorcycle?” Uh oh....
“...It's a chopper,
baby.
Whose chopper is this?
It's Zed's.
Who's Zed?
Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead...”
(Butch and Fabienne, 1994)
Sunday 4th September. Has
the summer really passed us by without any witty write-ups of Sunday
Shananigans? Well, the trend continues then... This morning
saw a goodly
sized group clearly clinging to the last bastions of summer; even
Johnny Hoogerland
removed the bubblewrap from the De Rosa and ventured out (it did take
him 2
hours to get to Cenarth though – “avoiding damp
patches” apparently). The morning also saw the ladies turning out
to show off their summer training effects – the boys knew they were in trouble
when the mention of ‘Paintball Hill’ barely raised an eyebrow amongst the VT
girls... The route included the
aforementioned hill as a legwarmer, a run across the top ridge up to the
windmills and the decision was taken to dive down to Felindre for some wool at
the tea mill, sorry, tea at the woollen mill.
And what a gosh-darn zippy descent it is from ‘5 roads’ down to said
village. 50+ mph and a little ‘uneven’,
diving into damp tree-covered dodginess – extremely entertaining. It was even more entertaining for those whose
saddle-packs decided to work loose and fling themselves into the rear wheel at said
silly speeds. How Dr. L stayed upright
is anyone’s guess (although he’ll make some trite comment about bike handling
ability, experience and fearlessness), suffice to say as Tommy K and Cynan were
gaining speed wondering why the Colnago-mounted hero was apparently ‘offloading
unwanted kit’, our ashen-faced, sphincter-flapping, Beaker-impersonating chum
was desperately trying not to earn his “Planet Hoogerland” t-shirt by landing
in a nearby field, wrapped in barbed wire.
He managed it. Just. Expensive wheel repairs to follow however,
methinks. So tea and munchies were taken
in t’mill (special vernacular for Robin) and the ride home began – a dangerous
ride home with the mesmerising effect of Dr.L’s wobbly rear wheel threatening
to put followers into a trance-like state.
Did I mention ‘expensive repairs’?
Sunday 29th May. A select group today enjoyed a re-run of a
previously curtailed ride that took in Cardigan – Pen y Bryn – Cilgerran –
Boncath – Mordor – Eglws.. Eglwswr... that place – Croft and down to Poppit to
our new favourite cafe. Reasonable
weather but still with the gosh-darn blustery wind saw the peleton echelon-ing
everywhere and the run through Mordor (Crymych) saw the less hardy don the
shower jackets (hello Carl). With the
dampness behind us, the group sped away from Sauron’s all-seeing eye and back
to the relative warmth and safety of the seaside for espressos and fizzy pop. Special hello to Cheltenham Owen who joined
us today; hope to see more of him over the coming months. No special mention to Young Tommy K who, once
again, inflicted pain on most climbs.
Git.
Sunday 27th March. OK, so not an 'official' club ride, but
a ride with club members, nonetheless. The chronological
competency of Dr L was immediately called into question when it turned
out he had forgotton to put his clocks forward - or was it back..??
Anyway, once assembled, we left Llechryd bridge with visiting
rider Andy T and headed towards Cenarth to intercept the aforementioned
latecomer, before heading towards Abercych, Carreg Wen, Newchapel and
Boncath. We then followed the sportive route towards Crosswell
and on to Newport. Andrew S collected his first puncture in two
years on the dodgy descent just past the Crosswell junction (the road
really has gone to pot, down there), but quickly sorted before coffee
and cakes in one of the finest and friendliest cafes in the area.
Home via Pantgwyn and Croft. Good weather, light winds and
spring is definitely on the way. Hope Andy enjoyed the ride,
too...
Sunday, 20th March. Double figures! That's more
like it. Organiser Al had laid on a mapped out, detailed, printed
route for all to follow (how organised is this man?) which saw the
VT peleton climb to Boncath, positively pace to Newchapel, descend
likeVincenzo Nibali to Abercych and generally scorch a looping route
back to Aberteifi. Led, in most part, by the London-Paris Ladies
all of whom, it was noted, seemed to be riding shiny new carbon steeds.
Blimey them girls can move now; very impressive. And
slightly intimidating. Anyway, my inferiority complex aside, tea,
coffee and not insubstantial portions of cheesecakey/apple pie shaped
things with lashings of cream were consumed at Priory Cafe; clearly the
team were carbo-loading for the route(s) home. Young Tom seems to
be finding form again after the beating received on the Daffodil Ride
at the hands [legs] of Andrew L and Carl (both Carl and Andrew have now
exaggerated this Pyrrhic victory out of all proportion, by the way);
have the aforementioned forty-somethings peaked too early? Is a
Korowski Kicking on its way? As I type, I can feel the pain to be
inflicted... Oh dear.
Sunday, 7th March. Great weather, lovely views and social
jibber jabber. What
more do you need for a Sunday club ride? (Some more members). Seven
riders in total- apologies
from Cynan still in bed with a self inflicted sore head, Dai who had to
cut some trees and Carl who had to support
his beloved who was participating in her first Llanelli Half Marathon.
Rumour has it that the Aberporth massive were out on their own
ride.....
As we set off Dr
Lindsay noticed a “fit looking lady” (all that medical
training being put to good use) cycling in the opposite direction and
kindly invited her to join us. Said lady replied
“you’d be to slow for me”. Really? (er possibly?) we
thought as she sped off down the road.
Michelle L was ride leader for the day and what
an
excellent route she had planned. 21 miles
with a stop off at Tavern Sinc for Tea/Coffee and cakes. Unfortunately
that’s where the plan went wrong - it was closed.
Michelle’s excuse was that we were too fast getting there. A nice young maiden who worked at the Tavern
arrived. Dr L tried his powers of persuasion and even bribery to get
her to open early. He even offered to pay for his coffee. Sorry Dr L, your powers of persuasion seem to be
lost here. We decided to have some photos instead. The Chairman’s
bike was banned as it might cause embarrassment.
As we set off again Teresa
C
commented on how much easier the hills were now that her seat was
correctly set up. All those spinning classes with Janice are now paying
off.
A few miles on and we came to a bit of a climb.
The
newest member of the group (Paul D) decided to attack. Smelling blood,
young Tom (with his new steed) put the foot down and was gone. Dr L
followed and that was that attack over.
The ride ended with a nice downhill section back
into
Crymch and to the Pub which was open for Tea and complaints from the
ladies about there being no cake. Ride report brought to you
courtesy of Chairman Al.
(edit
- ride pics from Sunday 7th will be on the VT Facebook page, until I
can work out how to post them here. It can be done - I just don't
know how yet....)
Sunday, 9th January.
A chilly start in Cenarth, but a pretty good turnout considering
both the unearthly hour (9am) and the temperature. Around nine of us
made our way towards Cardigan, then towards Gwbert (past a suspiciously
quiet ex-chairman's house) and on towards Llangranog via Aberporth,
Tresaith and Penbryn. An early entry for crash of the year saw
one of the Fishguard crew taking a dive on one of the hairpins on the
way down to Llangrannog - if only someone had remembered to bring the
cameras, as advertised. No permanent damage done though, although
the poor fella did have to ride back to Fishguard in 39/14 - piece of
cake (which incidentally, is what we all ate in the cafe at
Llangrannog). Anyway, a good ride - the sun was out, the roads
were quiet and the hills were just as steep and unforgiving as they
usually are - what more could you ask for..?
2010
Sunday, 31st October. I’m
not kidding you...
the Godfather of Soul was with us today.
“Ow... Can I take it to the
bridge? Huh!...”
Well, a slightly more pasty-faced namesake
perhaps, with a proper ability to scale local hills it seems. Welcome James. Following
Mr Brown's tyre tracks, the assembled group tackled the hilly
Cardigan – St.Dogs – Monnington - Ceibwr
- Newport – Crosswell – Boncath route today,
with peppermint tea and egg banjos taken in the friendliest cafe in
Pembrokeshire;
they even welcome dogs, so there was no need to tether Cynan outside.
Sunday, 24th October. Descending
into Newcastle
Emlyn to meet the VT crew, the Teifi Valley fog enveloped me causing an
interesting droplet formation on my sunnies as I juddered and skitted
into Cwm
Cou corner. A strange sense of forboding washed over me. No
longer using conventional means of navigation and bend negotiation,
you know - some overrated sense such as eyesight, I employed The Force
to
ensure my safe passage... there was at least 5 inches between the
upcoming van
and my right elbow, what was all the fuss about? With
this near-death experience behind me, I
wondered what other excitement the day might bring or what other
horrors were lurking in the oppressing Fog? Upon
arrival at the meeting point, all negative thoughts were dispelled and
spirits were raised at the sheer number
of slightly chilled looking bikies, lurking in the mist, waiting for
the
off. Gosh. Feelings
of general well-being were further elevated when the perfumed
nature of the
immediate environs of said bikies was discovered; either the boys had,
at long last,
discovered Lifebuoy, or there were ladies in our mist... [geddit?]. Sorry. Anyway,
barely able to contain our excitement
that a breakaway faction from VT Ladies Inc. had ordained to join us,
we duly
set off with the intent of climbing to altitude like some form of gold
and blue
airliner and breaking free of our murky, oppressive and somewhat
sinister surroundings. Not before Mags had
closely inspected the
road surface, however. Worried about
icing? Dropped 5p? Attention
seeking? Who knows?
But she gave that tarmac a jolly good close-up looking at. With the highway passed as fit for purpose,
the now-trailing Mags Support Team set off in pursuit of the Peloton
that were
fairly whizzing up hill and down dale, led, it seems, by a decidedly
sporty
female contingent. We prayed they’d
ease
off to enable the male egos to recover and our little chests to
re-inflate. Fat chance.
Clear of the mist, the group enjoyed stunning
views of the Teifi Valley as it showed off its cotton wool filling for
as far
as the eye could see. A canter along the
ridgeline from Newcastle Emlyn to the windmills, down to Rhos and over
the main
road to follow Roman Road, we dropped like speeding bullets into
Llandysul and
began a search for tea ‘n’ munchies.
Nothing, nada, dim byd. Back to
NCE it was then. At this point the ride
took a dark turn, well, a right turn in Pentrecwrt at any rate... Behind us, Mr Hesitant, following in [too]
close formation in one of Ellesmere
Port’s finest, decided to attempt a somewhat ill-judged
over-taking manoeuvre. As the Astra
spluttered forward, Team VT
(already positioned to turn right) turned right. Mr
Hesitant became Mr Decisive and
braked. Hard. Mr
Decisive nee Hesitant became Mr Excited
and decided to inform the group of his recent persona change. Oh dear.
He had not reckoned with Dr Jekyll and, more pertinently, Mr
Hyde. Irked at the chameleon-like car
driver, Mr
Hyde joined battle. Truly, a beast had
been unleashed and Mr Hyde set about the driver with gusto. Summoning inner-reserves of vitriol and bile
not seen in these parts since Belzebub was banished from whence he
came,
our champion chewed up Mr Gibbering (another quick change, it seems)
and royally
spat out his masticated gizzards and giblets.
Not satisfied with the verbal onslaught alone, our hero employed
a
special version of a two-handed salute to Mr Gobsmacked who was by now
changing moods quicker
than a schizophrenic on acid. At the
point that our gallant knight in blue and gold lycra/armour raised his
two
arms, fingers contorted into claws, and balanced himself on one leg,
assuming
the Fighting Crow position, we decided enough was enough and,
having gotten Dr Jekyll to return to us, we headed off for some cake. Something strange happened today.
Not just the predominance of female form on
the ride, but a creeping malevolence that seemingly manifested through
the unlikely
form of normally mild mannered Dr Jekyll.
Was there something in the Fog that morning that had affected
the community? Was this a John
Carpenter-film homage too
far? Who knows readers, who knows...
Sunday, 25th July. Allan
M - what an organiser, what a guy; there were even printed route maps
handed out this morning by the uber-efficient Al. And so it was
that the Greatest Organiser the club has ever seen, led us on a
challenging (but well organised) ride out to Lampeter and back.
Beautifully done, Al. En route, we had the pleasure of
hearing Simon LeM's pasionate views about the parentage of a certain
two time Tour de France winner who, according to Simon, was going to
win TdF#3 by luck and conniving rather than skill and grace... These
latino types do get excited about etiquette, chivalrous deeds and the
like; I thought that was the domain of fine English fellows.
Anyway, back to the superbly arranged Tour de Llanbedr Pont
Steffan, well, I'm unable to say much more as a couple of us turned
back early and didn't witness what was probably the most ahhhmazzzingly
organised tea 'n' scoffs
followed by a superbly crafted route home. Good job Al. So,
till next time. I wonder who might organise the next club ride?
What fine fellow with proven pedigree could step up and lead from
the front. Again. Did I mention what a good job Al M did
today...? Oh, a minor shout out to the Aberporth Two preferring
their own little morning together rather than join Big Al's
Amahhhhhzing Extravaganza... the good riding was with Big Al today
boys... Al M. What....a....guy.
Sunday, 27th June. The
Elan Valley... mmm, mmm, what a day! With almost everyone making it for
the 0900 start (where's the Chairman, oh, here he comes...) the ride
from Devil's Bridge via Cwmystwyth and the Elan Lakes and back to
Devil's Bridge for beer and coffee-chasers (!) was more than worth the
hour's drive north. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful and there was
something for everyone; great roads, light traffic, a fantastic climb
from Rhayader (an Alp-like beast!) and almost good company. Good
to see Eddie back up and fighting (although the High Five from our
little chum from Milwaukee nearly re-broke his shoulder) and a superb
effort to mention from Dai S on the Alpine climb - positively beasted
it, he did. Even the Chairman's timings for the ride were nearly
accurate (about 3 hours ish, er, maybe, 2 & 3/4, or 3 & half...
and so on. It was actually just over three hours, in case you
were wondering). Once Jav-lar had worked out there was no
signing-on necessary, he was off and away, closely pursued by the Duvet
Brothers who had either gotten themselves very organised for the
earlier start, or did indeed synchronise waking habits by virtue of
maintaining close proximity through the night... There was a lot
of talk about "my Fabian" and general German-Swiss double entendres for
the first hour or so, I must say. To quote one of our
not-so-politically-correct members today: "Great roads, great scenery
and a great ride - long live the Awaydays. To then come home and
watch England get thrashed was just right. What I'd call a
perfect day!" I, of course, couldn't possibly comment.
Sunday, 20th June. Lovely
weather again for the ladies’
roundabout trip to Newport for tea. Bridell hill was conquered by all,
then it
was off to Brynberian and a date with destiny... A
huge [I’ve told you a million
times, stop
exaggerating girls – Ed] double decker lorry full of sheep,
tried to run the
whole group down [allegedly –
Ed] on a particularly nasty hairpin in
Brynberian. The girls were all forced to
leap off their bikes and dive for the grass verge as the
errant truck’s rear
wheels tried to negotiate the bend and the girls as one.
Grassy, muddied but undeterred, the hard
cases of Velo Teifi remounted and set off for Pentre Ifan only to
continue the appointment
with Mr Destiny in the form of a terrier [some sort of dog apparently – Ed] at
Crosswell in search of some flesh. Unfortunately
for our furry friend, he hadn’t reckoned on the
Barbara Woodhouse of the
peleton, Sheila, who neatly dispatched the mutt with a loud shout. [I believe
the girls meant that they sent the
dog packing as opposed to ‘popping a cap in its a**e’
– Ed]. Newport was
finally reached after yet more truck shenanigans and a
delightful sounding lavender
and coffee cake went down a treat. By
the time home was reached a tally of 40 miles had been
completed. Buns of steel them girls.
Sunday, 30th May. With
the Chairman hiding under the duvet, rueing another lost year it was
down to the ever-dependable Club Sec to lead the way on a splendid 35
miler aorund the windmills and back. Glorious weather indeed.
Happy days.
Sunday, 23rd May. Ladies
Ride. Quoting
our fairer members: "... Wow!
A hot day or what? Sun screen was applied [steady
boys - Ed]
before setting
off this morning on the pre-advertised route, with
a detour to a beautiful hidden church near Monington. A
total of 24 miles being covered today with a tea stop
at Bro Meigan [Natch - Ed]..." End Quote.
Sunday, 16th May. Foul
and loathsome. And wet. At least it was at the 0900 meet
time. This did not deter our most intrepid twosome - Colin and
Dylan who, it is rumoured, disappeared into the murk, Colin
squealing tyres and Dylan stuggling to keep his wheel... Apparently.
Sunday, 9th May. Ladeez
Day.... Quote "...a
lovely day for the ladies
ride; 6 today including our new American chum. Detoured down
to Mwnt for photo shoot [I can't wait for those saucy shots - Ed] -
shots which may be used for Howies web page; how bloomin' exciting
is that?!!. Tea
was taken in
Cenarth however the cafe frequented is not to be recommended
- too slow and the picnic garden is full of doggie do-do's..."
End quote.
Saturday, 24th April. I
know it's a Saturday - blame the girls; it was a Ladeez Ride. A
report from the Feminine Frontline reads: "...six
ladies turned up; with a change of days.we lost four [see,
they've even confused themselves - Ed].
M and M, of course, and Lynn G, Maggs plus a welcome new
American now living in the United Slates of Cilgerran
- Kim. A potential new member also called
Lin gave us a go.... a tour to Crymych for tea at Baguette
shop... Lovely ride spoiled by the sighting of some smelly VT boys
- Lee and Joel..." Report ends.
Sunday, 18th April. Reports
from the Front: "...all in shorts,
what more
can you ask? 15 today, Colin had an early mechanical
and a double blow out for
young Daniel after a nasty pothole, just before paintball hill and tea!
Inner
tubes donated by Gareth and myself got him on his way again to meet up
with
the rest who, by now, were enjoying their bevvies....The
Aberporth lot decided to keep to themselves again but, as
always, were
spotted..."
Report ends.
Sunday, 4th April. Overshoes
back on. Four base layers. And winter gloves.
British Summer Time my a**e. But the chilly start did not
dissuade the dozen or so members from turning up and attacking the
first
loop of the Preseli Angel. There were new bikes on show,
suspected food poisoning and a will to 'hurry up' in order to get home
for beer, cheesey munchies and the Tour of Flanders. On an aside, it
seems the Aberporth Crew continue to plough their own furrow; sneaking
around the back lanes in the vain hope they're not spotted... Dudes, we
have eyes and ears everywhere. There is no hiding. We know
where you live numbers 18, 34 and 26... (Sinister? Velo
Teifi? You have been warned...)
Sunday, 21st March. No
overshoes. Only two base layers. And lightweight gloves.
Blimey, has spring sprung? Today saw us take the team of 18
or so on a speedy trip to that local suburb of Birmingham, Llangrannog.
Glorious day and we found possibly
the best tarmac in Ceredigion - the one mile drag out of Llangrannog.
A hint of damp was in the air on the homeward leg; we trust the
Fishguard Posse got home in a fairly dry state?
Sunday, 7th March. Massive.
That's what our Sunday rides are. Massive. I'm losing
count now (only having 10 and a bit digits), but the roads were chocker
with the best looking cycling kit in Wales worn by some of most
attractive people in the UK. Newport for tea 'n' munchies, in
spring conditions. And whilst the VT Massive were checking
out Pembrokeshire, a small breakaway faction (gentlemen of an Aberporth
persuasion) were molesting Aberaeron; independant sods that they are.
Not to worry, they would only have spoiled it for the Beautiful
Ones.
Sunday, 21st February. Holy
moly! 17, 18,
19, 20... This is getting boring now. Even
with a start from Aberporth and hints of snowfall in the night, people
were not
put off and an intrepid peloton enjoyed the lustrous brown hues laid
down by
Mother Nature and the local farming community on every road we seemed
to turn
onto. We managed to lose Club Sec on the
way with a mechanical, but chivalry is not dead in VTCC and Roger duly
obliged
his services. The rest of the group
buggered off, naturally. But it was an
emotional reunion in the Newcastle Emlyn cafe after a grand tour taking
in the
windmills and hills around Newcastle Emlyn.
Big shout out to the Fishguard Massive that were out today,
similarly, a
return of the New Quay Posse was good to see.
We’re getting quite cosmopolitan in our membership now;
soon we’ll have
people from Llangolman, Cwmduad, Llanglydwen and Poppit – our
club borders know
no bounds...
Sunday, 7th February. Holy
moly! 17, 18, 19, 20... I lost count. Hmm... this sounds
familiar. The number who turned out was even more remarkable
given that a handful or reprobates present last time out were missing
this time out. So this week it was a special hello to the J-girls
embarking on their training for their London to Paris sojourn
(hopefully the weather and visibility will be better en France
than it was today) and also to new faces Eddie and Dan; if the weather
hadn't been so pants this morning you would have seen lovely views of
the Preselis and Cych Valley today. Honest. There were a
few punctures to report and rumours of ex-Club Sec celebrating a
brithday...? Is this true?
Sunday, 24th January. Holy
moly! 17, 18, 19, 20... I lost count. What a turn out!
An interesting morning spent negotiating the new road features
created over the recent wintry spell; south to Newport via the Gwaun
Valley and back via the coast road to Cardigan. There was talk of
new bikes, new training regimes, entering races, attacking sportives,
mountain bike events, oh my life! How long can this New Year
exuberance last, I wonder? There was, of course, at least one
hangover in the group. And a strange odour of fried chicken.
Was it a good night, Howard?
2009
Sunday,
27th December. Hardcore.
That's what they are; those uber-men of Velo Teifi Cycling
Club that ventured out today and covered, in some cases, 40 miles
or so. Chapeau! Oh,
and an update from the 13th... yep, Man Down! Former member of
the Newcastle Emlyn boyband, The Duvet Brothers, decided to throw
himself to the floor - blood, grazes and embarrassment all
around. Didn't slow him down though, apparently.
Sunday,
13th December. Brrrr.
Chilly. Not cold enough to keep the VTCC hardcore - a
hardcore that's breaking double figures regularly now - under the
covers however (what ever became of the Duvet Brothers, I
wonder?) and some two hours and 30 miles later, mugs of
coffee-loveliness were being quaffed in Newcastle Emlyn.
There is a rumour that one of the team bounced down the road
today... watch this space for updates.
Sunday,
15th November. Splish-sploshing
through the puddles, the club run today was made up of depleted numbers
(only
seven or so) – the recent hurricane (Hurricane Gwynt ap Cwac
Cwac) seemingly deterring
other members from dragging themselves through the floods, disease and
pestilence
of post-storm West Wales. We considered
the several routes through waist-deep floods and indeterminable roads,
but settled
on Cenarth-Abercych-Tegryn-home, which was more than enough, given the
road
conditions. That said, we avoided most
downpours... yes, the sun doth shine upon the righteous. Big hello to
Mark (not John) who joined us for the flood-fest today - not all rides
are as grim as today's, honest.
Sunday,
1st November. No ride today due to the aftermath of
Tropical Storm
Eurig-Meurig. Too wet ‘n’
windy for both
Club Sec and Chairman.... if anyone did venture out this morning let us
know; if
only so that we may inform the Authorities and get the Men in White
Coats to
call around...
Sunday,
18th October. Our first Hill Climb event of the autumn
and what a
turnout! Thanks to Andrew S’s
cajoling
and coordinating, the event ran smoother than a smooth thing and 16
intrepid
souls tested their summer standards against the chilly morning air and
the
not-so-imposing route. Not so
imposing? 500 metres into the climb and
lungs were screaming, legs were begging for forgiveness and breakfasts
were
being wrestled back into the stomachs... why do we all go off so hard? Will we ever learn?! Congratulations
to Wayne L who, once again,
left us all trailing in his wake. Well
done
also to 2nd and 3rd places, Young Tom and Simon L
respectively – you’re all too fast. Finally,
hurrah for the Club Sec who fought for the ladies corner with pride. Special mentions go to Andrew S and Team
Smith who not only organised, started and timed the event, but who also
arranged for teas ‘n’ munchies in the village hall –
best performance of the
day. As for the theatrical starting
countdown from Tommy W, what can I say?
You clearly missed your calling, good sir.
I’ve glossed over some of the supporting
information that
has been brought to my attention; tales of turbo trainers in car parks
to warm up,
excessive use of energy gels and supplements and all excess weight
being removed
from both bike and body (I don’t want to think about the latter)
– all in the
name of shaving a few milliseconds of times.
We may need to introduce doping controls at the next event; just
to weed
out the dopes, that is...
After the prize giving (yes, Team Smith had even
arranged
for precious awards to be available), it was somewhat surprising to
find that
enthusiasm remained for a club run
(what’s
wrong with these people?) and so, to add insult to injury or, more
specifically,
insult to the now-resounding cold-air-chest-cough-medley being
performed by all,
the group headed off into the slightly warming morning for a more
gentle ride
out of Aberporth, ending up in Newcastle Emlyn for well-earned
cappuccinos all
round.
Sunday,
4th October. Another double-figure turnout today endured
more hopeless
route planning from the hapless Chairman who had, two weeks previously,
promised “an easier route”. After
slogging
up to Boncath and thereafter on up to Crymych via the back roads, the
“easier”
section appeared. Allegedly.
The group had a quick foray into “through and
off” along the main road to Glandy Cross before deviating off the
main route
and heading towards Maenclochog. And
another slog of a hill. The aim was
Rosebush for tea ‘n’ munchies, but such was the
group’s impressive progress
(read: speed), we arrived too early for service... Back to Crymych is
was then –
“only nine miles, guys!” was the chirpy, cheeky call from
the chirpy, cheeky
Chairbloke. A Chairchap who, wisely,
decided
not to stop for coffee, but to head straight home for chores... 45 miles around the Preseli Mountains an
easier ride? Moron.
Sunday,
27th September. "Because
we're ladies, you know..." With the Indian Summer continuing, the
VTCC Belles enjoyed a peaceful route down to Newport for tea and
munchies (although the extent of the "munchiness" they will not
disclose...). A challenging route back via Moylegrove, Croft and
Penybryn saw the ladies starting to develop a threatening ability to
climbs hills. Be afraid boys.
Sunday,
20th September. No seriously. This
is
getting out of hand. Over 20 riders for a
9 o’clock
start on a chilly autumnal morning?
Surely I’ve mistyped or you’ve just misread. No, my friends – Velo Teifi Sunday
morning
club runs are gaining a life all of their own.
A beast we cannot tame. A
cracking day saw the VTCC peloton enjoys views of Gwbert, Mwnt,
Aberporth and
finally Llangrannog. The hills were not
enjoyed quite so much. But hey, come
1030am
on a blue sky-no breeze Sunday morning, we were sat soaking up the
vista of gently
lapping waves on a sandy cove whilst
enjoying cappuccino and ice creams. Does
it really get any better than this? Is
any other club so spoiled by its beautiful surroundings?
I think not.
Suffice to say, the idyll couldn’t last and the return leg
home
degenerated into Keystone Cops versus Where’s Wally... we must
try harder to
keep everyone together after they’ve had their respective
caffeine shots – the lure
of home coupled with the coffee-kick was just too much for some to bear
as they
scorched the hills homeward bound. So
lovely
was the day that, once again, the Chairman assumed the role of Chief
Pain-in-the-A**e, insisting upon photo opportunities at every juncture;
Mwnt
church, the Aberporth Dolphin, Llangrannog car park... some of the
evidence is
now in the VTCC Gallery. Also, an entry
has been made into the Hall of Shame. How
we’ve missed that...
Sunday, 6th September.
The day got off to an interesting start (see
the rant located here...) but eventually it was with good humour
and a gay
heart a large group of VT’s best set out into the wilds of
Carmarthenshire;
through Newcastle Emlyn, Llandysul, Henllan and back to Cenarth for
tea, scoffs
and a photography session of members in their splendid new outfits. (Hmm, I could have worded that better,
couldn’t
I?). Special
mentions today to stalwart
Colin, proudly displaying his modified version of the new club kit (but
why?); Big H for turning
up the day after playing a Cardigan Old Boys rugby match (so sore
tomorrow, oh
yes...); to new faces Nick and Pedro (good to have you on board); to
Crymych Max and Crymych/Canadian
Marcus (be careful where you park, young man) and to Alan Maguire (for
staying upright all day and for not punching our new best friend, first
thing that morning).
I wasn’t going to mention it but I felt it appropriate to
let everyone know
that Club Sec had a new kit/shoulder/tarmac interface moment today...
hurtling
at break-neck speeds on the back roads to Henllan, our heroine
mis-judged a particularly
nasty downhill, wet hairpin. Only a
slight squeal was heard. First reported
incident
of new kit abuse however...
Sunday,
30th August. Defying
the elements (and the hopelessly
mis-forecast weather) our intrepid girls braved the damp North
Pembrokeshire
roads today. Special mention to Theresa
who also defied a seemingly-buckled rear wheel to stay with the
group. So it was weather, wheels and local cafes
conspiring against our Bicycling Belles this week, as a local tea
‘n’ munchies establishment
served up cold coffee! Is it me, or are
these girls getting tougher? Rumours
that Theresa has dumped her troublesome bike in a hedge on the way home
remain
unconfirmed.
Sunday, 23rd August. A foul and
loathsome day saw VTCC’s HMoC
convene for a trudge around soggy lanes.
(What do you mean “What does HMoC stand for?” It’s Andrew’s sub-group that he
generously granted
us temporary membership to today).
Anyway, despite the Chairman’s best Comanche Rain Dance at
0800, there
just wasn’t enough water coming from the sky to justify him
skulking back to
bed; with Club Sec away, he felt morally obliged to turn up at the meet
point
at least. Damn this club and its
incessant demands. So it was with heavy
heart and fading sun-tanned knees that the famously-made-of-sugar
Chairman set
off for Cenarth. In the mizzle. Passing a group of scantily clad cycling
ladies
en route, he wondered how those girls were so tough, so water
resistant, so oblivious
to the mizzle/developing rain drops. His
sugar-like tendencies were threatening to overpower him.
Still, there wouldn’t be anyone at Cenarth so
he could turn around and go home... Five of them. B*****ds.
The group of half a dozen or so abandoned the original
“Windmills Route”
and headed for the sanctuary of Llangrannog for tea and Bakewell slices. Special mentions to Andrew, Jason, Alan E,
Alan
M and Cynan who refused to whine about the weather like Sugarpants
did...
Sunday,
9th August.
The Secretary
reported a spectacular turn out today. A
17+ peloton gathered including Stuart O’Grady and Robbie McKewen. Unbelievable!
Too unbelievable in fact – they were definitely Australian
though. A warm VTCC welcome was extended
nonetheless
to our new Antipodean chums. We’ve
not
heard from them since [I don’t believe] so hopefully
Howard’s ‘humour’ didn’t
put them of too much... The group managed to mislay our tarmac-hugging,
short-ripping, a**e-mashing chum Paul during the course of the ride
however. Checks were made to make sure
he wasn’t embedded about Ioan’s bike/person but alas, no. (He’d punctured somewhere it turned out,
so
no drama’s this time). Such were
Howard’s
observational skills, it was not until an hour into the ride that he
noticed
his ‘riding buddy’ was AWOL. Sharp
as a
lemon that boy. Big shout to our most
experienced
rider who continues to defy the energy provision scientists by getting
his
machine around the whole route; impressive given some of the testy
climbs
today.
Sunday,
2nd August.
Some of the VTCC
babes took part in the Pembrokeshire Charity Ride today.
You see, there is some charity amongst
us... Big shout out to Club Sec
(Michelle),
Janice and Michelle W. Bigger shout out
to Michelle W who was attempting her very first bike event (of any
kind). We’re pleased to report no
mishaps, successful
completion of the 34 mile route and medals all round.
With over 300 riders taking part, it is hoped
that local charities received hearty benefit.
Located here... is a link to Radio Pembrokeshire’s
photo gallery where
snippits of the VTCC lovelies can be glimpsed on pages one and two in
the first
instance (I didn’t look any further!)
Attempting
to keep up with our heroines were Andrew S (was riding with his
daughter) and
our experienced rouleur, Colin
P – magnificent on his trike. Colin’s
son in-law and VTCC member Graham also hoofed a trailer trike around
with a wee
one hanging on for grim death. Well done
to all who took part.
Sunday,
19th July. With
a bunch of
VTCC members living it up in France, the Club Sec ventured out with
fellow
ladies (fellow ladies? Lady
fellows? Lady men? Sorry,
I digress...) on a horrible wet
day. A soggy route around Crosswell saw
the intrepid group head back to Michelle’s for tea and a towel.
Sunday,
26th July. With
the Club Sec
suffering poorliness and a bunch of VTCC still hiding in France
today’s ride
was (in effect) a non-starter I’m told.
If a bunch of you did manage to get together, let me know the
gory
details... Just the gory stuff please,
no flowers or kittens.
Sunday,
12th July. A
beautiful day
saw a [now the norm] double-figured turnout in representation from the
local GP
community (welcome gents), old faces rejoining (hello Alan) and some
new faces
(hello Jason). Some of the group seemed
to have had three Weetabix for breakfast and the Club Sec had a tough
time
accounting for everyone. I’m told
the
law was laid down by the Ladeez contingent... why anyone would want to
cross
those dudes is beyond me. Terrifying. The
earlier start seems to have caught the local cafes out however, as none
were seemingly
ready for an early onslaught from VTCC.
Michelle’s for tea and buns it was then.
Sunday, 28th June: A warm,
muggy day saw a double-figured merry band set off
under the tutelage of Herr Klub Secretary towards
the deathly delights of Cippyn, Ceibwr, etc.
Fortunately, Club Sec was not in Gestapo Getup therefore the
hills were
tackled without duress, barked orders or threat of 9mm Luger pistol
whipping.
Tea was enjoyed in Newport where
it was noted
that only Big H partook of the cakey delights... but he’s
perfectly entitled
having completed Dave Lloyd’s Mega Challenge (150 miles –
count them...) last
weekend.
Max respect H!
Interesting point to note from the initial
set off this morning:
two members were
seen turning tail and heading off to Llangrannog.
Together.
Alone.
Cosy like... Hi Robin.
Hi Ioan.
Anyway, one final note from today and this applies
to all
potential new members who may be reading this.
Should you wish to join us on our road rides please note the
following things:
1. Generally, riders
are on bikes geared for road riding, therefore knobbly MTBs will
struggle to
keep up, unless you have the legs of Lance Armstrong that is (if this
is the
case, please give them back as he needs them in July...); this is not a
problem
to us, just hard work for said MTB rider. And:
2. If you do aspire to join us for rides and other
shenanigans, as a rule, none of us are smokers; therefore skinning up
yer rolly in
preparation for the morning activity is a) frowned upon by us righteous
types
and those with a general dislike of "that smell" and, b) bad for your
health – rumour has it that cancer is linked to smoking...
Sunday, 21st June: Ladies
Day (well, it is roughly Ascot time). saw the sweet smelling bunch take
in the coastal delights from Cardigan before venturing in land for tea
and cakes at Cenarth. Careful with those iced-lovelies ladies, a
moment on the lips... A cracking day with a great turnout again.
Do you think this cycling thing could catch on in West Wales?
Sunday, 14th June: Well,
a bunch of people turned up. This I know, because I saw them.
However, what they did, where they went and what scandel was
generated, I do not know. If anyone has the gossip (or any ride
details) then do let us know.
Sunday, 31st May: A spectacular day demanded a spectacular
turn out and who
are we to go against the needs of a May day?
Safe in the knowledge that there was little chance of the
Chairman
appearing on the “morning after the night before”, droves
of members flocked to
the meeting point to enjoy a fantastic tour of the Preseli’s,
fizzy pop ‘n’
nibbles at Rosebush before splitting up with one group setting off
to
impress the
local sheep herds with display of
power climbing up and over the mountains, whilst the other streaked
home via
Crymych (these are the words I’m advised, OK?).
Welcome back to our battered chum, Ioan (now fully inflated).
Sunday, 24th May: 10
a.m. in Finch Square and the air carried delicate
perfumes of lily and buttercup; chatter reverberated around the area
– kittens,
recipes and fabric pattern design all hot topics.
Oh
yes my friends, it was the first Ladeez
Day of the year, and what a turn out the summer’s day attracted.
With pink the dominant colour of choice for
many (and you thought I was stereotyping at the beginning?!), the
cheery,
chatty group took in the delights of Cilgerran, Boncath, Pen y Groes
and the Preseli
foothills, ending up in the Bro Megan tea rooms where, I’m sure,
the Lovely
Ladies that Lunch partook of French Fancies, tea and scones.
Or maybe not.
I don’t know.
This ladeez
thing
seems a bit of a Masonic affair to me; far too much ‘what goes on
tour, stays
on tour’ for my liking.
Anyway, I
trust
everyone had a splendid morning; Mrs Chairman’s attempts to fling
herself into
hedgerows notwithstanding, that is.
Sunday, 17th May: With
the threat of rain ever present,
it was with fear and trepidation the brave VT souls set out from a
surprisingly
dry and bright Cenarth. The Club
Secretary led a hardy bunch including the Duvet Brothers and Super Tom
to the promise
of Llangrannog ice cream. This promise
was enough to tempt Barry R out to play also.
The group enjoyed surprisingly dry roads and experienced no
drips (esp. with
the Chairman being otherwise engaged...) and wended their through
Beulah and on
to the delights of the ice cream parlour.
Clearly delusions of summer had set in.
The group reported being home before the onset of any rain...
spawny
gits? Jammy dodgers? Or
does the sun indeed shine on the
righteous? Special mention to Dick
Dastardly’s pigeon who tried and failed to wipe-out Andrew L
after bouncing off
Barry's leg. Rumours that Dylan stopped
for a “special cooing session” are not confirmed at this
time.
Sunday, 19th April: Oh yes! What
a day.
With the factor 25 applied, the double-figure group set off on a
particularly
evil route, as ordered by the new Grupenfuhrer-elect, club Secretary
“Vee vill
do zeese Hills unt you vill enjoy zem” Michelle.
The reason for the unplanned torture session
was seemingly to test the mettle of the club members, prior to the
up-coming
Preseli Angel sportive. However, sources
close to the Herr ‘Chelles bunker inform me that the reason for
today’s trial
by incline (Kipyn, Ceibwr, Felindre Farchog) was really for her to weed
out the
weak to ensure her Club was represented by the VT master-race come
Preseli
Angel day. Failure was not going to be
tolerated (apparently) and my secret sources tell me that the
Uber-Fuhrer was
packing heat; her 9mm Luger secreted about her person ready to dispatch
any
struggling weaklings... Come to think of it, did anyone else notice the
SdKfz
251 Half-track in the wooded sections, just out of earshot? Seemed to be following us, slowly... Anyway, I’m pleased to report that
all members completed the route without the hint of a pistol-whipping
or
worse. Who said this club is getting
more like a dictatorship by the day?
Although, as our SS-Obergruppenführer
left the
battlefield today, I swear I heard her muttering “He who controls the
present controls the future and who controls the past controls the
present...” Be afraid, be very afraid.
Sunday, 5th April: A
combination of racing, holidays, other committments and a multi-rider
pile-up en route to the club run meant the run itself was a somewhat
depleted affair. Still, our stalwart Secretary galantly led the
select members gathered for several hours of cool cruising
from Newcastle Emlyn and up around the windmills. Nice day for it.
Sunday, 22nd March: Any ride that starts with the
triumphant call of "you've got a bummer's hair-do, you have" is
likely to be an eventful one; and so it proved. With spring
clearly in
the air, the gathered ensemble (double figures, oh yes) had the
friskiness of
new-born lambs, the enthusiasm of mad March hares and the chatter
(oh dear
God, the chatter...) of excited chimpanzees in mating season. Was it the sunshine? Was
it the spring flowers all around? Or was
it the simple joy of riding bicycles
on quiet roads on a beautiful day that had everyone so enthused? The group included the usual suspects plus the
welcome addition of one of Cardigan’s most experienced cyclists
– hello Cyril! The Secretary and
Club Captain-elect plotted
a scenic route taking in St.Dogs, Cilgerran, Abercych, Capel Iwan (ish)
and
Newcastle Emlyn; even the hills posed no apparent problems today -
isn't life so much easier when the sun shines?. It
being Mothering
Sunday today, numbers dropped away to undertake the day’s duties
with or for
respective Maters, leaving the remaining VT Muthas to wend their merry
ways
home. [<"Shaft"-speak on> Damn baby,
the Editor’s jiving
about cycling Muthas... don’t he know them cyclists ain’t
cool enough? They may be from the west
si-eede but them’s
mostly geeky types, not a ‘fro in sight.
In fact, talking about hair-do’s....<off>]
Isn’t this where we came in?
Sunday, 8th March: Blustery
conditions and the ever-present threat of torrential rain did nothing
to deter Team VT today. A gallant 30+ miles were covered
(including sections of the Preseli Angel) and the threat of
precipitation did not materialise, although this did not prevent
'soggy-a**e syndrome' due to the damp road conditions! Special
mention to the VT Chairman... you pathetic wimp; brake blocks down to
the metal or not, you could have at least waved at the bedroom window
as the Hardcore came by... A sorry excuse for a cyclist is he.
Sunday, 22nd February: Friends, Romans, Countrymen!
What a top day for cycling - carpe
diem or fester in your pits.
But not a top day to start from Boncath it seems, as a lot of
members realised their irrational fear of starting anywhere other than
safe-as-houses Finch Square and stayed away. Trust me, Boncath is
a very respectable locale to meet up for a ride, honest; barely a hint
of banjo or whiff of Cajun Chicken... Anyway, 50% of the Duvet
Brothers materialised (the other half possibly beaten to a pulp on the
preceeding day's French Training morning - see Trip to France notes on
the Notice Board) as did other clearly fearless members, unafraid to
confront the apparent Boncath Heebie-jeebies. The
Roman Legionaires of Velo Teifi received the command
testudinem
formate and the half-dozen or so riders
assumed testudo
(tortoise) formation and gallantly marched through the hoards of
gathered Boncathians to the safety of the open road, making haste
to Blaenffos (Nowhereicus Dumpus)
and onto the sanctuary of Crymych (Unlikelyus
Sanctum). Thereafter, a tail wind pushed the speeding form
on to Glandy Cross (Quinque Angryus).
Swinging in-land, the intrepid group streaked towards to the
Blaenwaun Windmills (bigus machinus)
before dropping down to the Cych Valley (Valleycus Cychus), finally arriving
at the Nag's Head (wifeicus caput)
for copious amounts of roasted dormice and wine (I'm over-doing
the Roman thing now, aren't I?). A grand morning out with
everyone home by 1.30pm, except for those already at home that is...
maybe we'll see a better turn out in a fortnight, in the wind and rain
- funny how our members flock out in cack weather isn't it? Bit
of sun and dry roads, however... Till next time dudeiem, respectus...
Sunday, 8th February: Well
it has to win some times doesn't it? The weather I mean.
Despite valiant attempts by a few hardier-than-hardy souls
to get to Cardigan, the elements conspired to beat back our heroes;
ice, snow and blizzards 1, Velo Teifi nil.
Sunday, 25th January: Cracking
turn out - in double figures again. Battling through storm
damage, floods and pestilence our intrepid crew quickly saw off the
great climbs in and around Cwmcych and Capel Iwan. And what's
this? Is that potential new members I see...? Special
mentions for Barry R for "staying upright" and Jason B: "just the one
bacon bap, please..."
Sunday, 11th January: Rumour
has it that some folk did turn up on this horrible, wet, windy, foul
and loathsome morning. There have been sightings of Hwyel Evans
battling headwinds and spitting out road-crud. If it's true - chapeau Monsieur Evans!
With that sort of dedication, you should be coming to France with
us!! As for the rest of us, well it was a sorry tale of
morning duvets, newspapers and coffee. Until the 25th
then...
2008
Sunday,
28th December: The only turkey legs on show today were
those of
the foolhardy bunch braving the arctic temperatures to meet up with our
chums in Newport for a post-Christmas MTB jaunt up and over Carn Ingli.
And what a spectacular day it was with 18 or so rufty-tufties
streaking up the mountain in a blur of blue skin and goose bumps.
The day brought clear blue skies, stunning views and only one
accident to report; both Andy (Newport) and Andrew (VT) are fine with
only ripped leggings, bashed knees and bruised egos to report!
Pictorial account now in the Shenanigans Section.
Sunday,
14th December:
Remarkable turnout considering the hopelessly mis-forecast weather.
The double-figure group slithered their way to Llangrannog
for
tea 'n' munchies and to observe West Wales' version of "Big Wednesday"
(it's a surfing movie dude, come on...). I'm glad (and
somewhat
disturbed) to report updates to the Hall of Shame -
what an eventful morning it was.
Sunday, 30th November:
Unbelieveable. Numbers turned up. What's
wrong with
you people? A cold day was utilised to the max in getting rid
of
hangovers, 'tiredness' and that strange beery smell...
Saturday,
29th November: The
Christmas Dinner.
Well, it happened... food was gorged, tinctures were taken
and
the quiz was won by Team Jacques after vigourous debate. It
was a
bit noisy, a bit rowdy at times - but that's generally a good thing,
isn't it?
Sunday, 16th November: "No
such thing as bad weather; just bad clothes." Wise
words indeed. As we all set off in our soggy lycra and
saturated
overshoes, we pondered the sage advice... Velo Teifi?
Hardcore?
I'll say. The morning saw VT's finest (the group
number
worthy of a summer's ride...) ignoring nose-drips, back-splatters and
mouthfulls of road-grit to enjoy the beauty of a Ceredigion autumn;
orange and gold hues lit our way through the gently meandering streams
that used to be known as local B roads. Alas, the Duvet
Brothers
lived up to their name once again. We continue to snigger at
the
so-called threat of winter. Bring it on !
Friday, 14th
November: Children in Need.
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Some
did 9 till 5, some 11 till 5, some 10 till 2, some an hour - it didn't
matter. Cardigan's high street was awash with lycra... well,
sort
of. º º º º
Piccies now in the
gallery. º º º
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Over
£500 raised!
Fantastic! º º º º
Well
done to all that joined us on the day. Special mentions to
Huw
and Richie for the dogged perseverence, Colin for the rollers, Neal for
the advertsing and Hywel for that hair-do. Thanks go to
Pendre
Art for the free hot chocolate helping to revive weary limbs and to the
Round Table boys for the collection efforts.º º
º
Sunday 2nd
November:
Yes, blinkin' November already. Half of the Duvet Brothers
arrived and joined the rufty-tufty group braving the winter roads.
The morning's route topped out at 'the windmills'
and
quickly descended to Cenarth to catch the last cappacinos before the
Thatched Cafe closed for winter! We continue to laugh in the
face
of winter...
Sunday 19th October: Despite grey skies, soggy lanes and various
hangovers, the turn out was spectacular. Aberporth were
represented in numbers, as were Cardigan but the softees from the
Mysterious East elected to stay under the duvet; Newcastle
Emlyn
were sadly lacking in bodies today... An adventure around the
lanes of Pembrokeshire culminated in coffees at the Boncath Inn.
Winter? Pah! We laugh at it's timid threat of dark days and
wet
a***s.
Wednesday 8th October
: An
evening at the Velodrome. All seemed to go fairly swimmingly.
Watch here for the usual accurate summary of events...
Sunday
5th October:
A day of two halfs with rufty, tufty roadsters meeting at 10 as
planned; braving wind, rain and floods to enjoy the hidden delights of
Llanfyrnach, Hermon and Glandwr. The afternoon saw an
impromptu
gathering of the slightly more delicate Cappuccino Kids who ventured
out into the improved weather and headed for Llangrannog to partake in
their favourite beverage. Hey ho...