Sunday Rides - a brief history of time
(a record of rides)

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2010
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. 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 ºOver £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...

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