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.
º º º º
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
º
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...