Pierre 66
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As we were not allowed to do feck all last year........... I`m sure you will have seen this before but thought it might be worth a share again.
Scarborough to Morecambe, off road. (this was middle of June )
Day 1, Wednesday.
Met up at the Watermark Cafe, Scarborough, 60 riders in total. Set off at about 09:30 heading for Scotch Corner, in rain and fog.
We stopped for a break near Malton.
One of the guys in my group realised he`d lost his phone, luckily his mate had a phone finder app, it still took us an hour and a half to backtrack to find it, laid on the floor next to the tree he`d crashed into earlier.
We did about 250km in total, muddy lanes, rocky tracks, a couple of stream crossings that were usually no more than a trickle and an 8 mile blast along the Rudland Rigg. I was blasting along nicely when I hit a deeper than I thought puddle, drenched in muddy water, it also went inside my helmet and filled my goggles, zero visibility at 50 or 60 kph on a rock strewn track focuses the mind I can tell you.
We pulled into the Travel Lodge at Scotch Corner about 19:00, soaked and muddy, I felt bad for the staff but they seemed to take our filthy state in good humour.
I didn`t fancy the 15 minute walk in the rain to the nearest pub so had an early night instead. #oldandboring
Scarborough to Morecambe, off road. (this was middle of June )
Day 1, Wednesday.
Met up at the Watermark Cafe, Scarborough, 60 riders in total. Set off at about 09:30 heading for Scotch Corner, in rain and fog.
We stopped for a break near Malton.
One of the guys in my group realised he`d lost his phone, luckily his mate had a phone finder app, it still took us an hour and a half to backtrack to find it, laid on the floor next to the tree he`d crashed into earlier.
We did about 250km in total, muddy lanes, rocky tracks, a couple of stream crossings that were usually no more than a trickle and an 8 mile blast along the Rudland Rigg. I was blasting along nicely when I hit a deeper than I thought puddle, drenched in muddy water, it also went inside my helmet and filled my goggles, zero visibility at 50 or 60 kph on a rock strewn track focuses the mind I can tell you.
We pulled into the Travel Lodge at Scotch Corner about 19:00, soaked and muddy, I felt bad for the staff but they seemed to take our filthy state in good humour.
I didn`t fancy the 15 minute walk in the rain to the nearest pub so had an early night instead. #oldandboring
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