Hit the North preview 2

We had to give some potential new bits of the course a coat of looking at today. There’s a long tarmac bit that’s hopefully now uneccesary as it will be (subject to the nice man from the council saying “aye”) replaced by a longish singletrack climb with some wooden bits (!) and plenty of roots. Andy, me and Warren were joined by a group of riders who had either entered or were thinking of doing so – one guy had travelled down from Penrith, almost a 200 mile round trip, to see the course. I didn’t count, but I reckon there was 12 or 15 riders altogether.

I shot a brief vid of the bombhole being ridden..

Despite the wet weather and the inevitable mud and slipperyness, there was a universal thumbs up for the course that’s got us all optimistic and chuffed. Everyone seemed really enthusiastic in fact.

Dress the North

I went for a run earlier in the rain. It was ok, a  pleasant change in fact, apart from a weird pain in my thigh…perhaps caused by a brief cartoon character episode when I almost found myself on my arse in a pool of deep mud.

Warren’s done a great design for the HTN t shirts. We’re kind of taking sort of preorders over on the main site now. Buy buy buy! They look bloody gorgeous.

 

scared

MTB ride (SS) – 20 miles

A shortish ride last night, I didn’t set off until after 9pm again once the kids were in bed so I kept it local. Most of the route is under tree cover so on a dark night it’s really dark. I stopped for a minute to adjust my helmet lamp and heard a blood-curdling, spine-chilling, colly-wobbling screech from deep within the woods to my left. It went on and on, the sound of something being brutally killed and probably eaten…I remember standing there, listening for a whole minute and wishing it would stop. It was loud too – this was no owl killing a mouse (unless the mouse had a microphone and an amplifier handy), so I assumed, rather irrationally, that it was a mutant claw beast that had escaped from a top security experimental military weapons facility and the sound I could hear was an unfortunate scientist having his spine torn out.

I’ve ridden here on my own for years in the dark and I’ve not been scared once. In fact, I sneer at those who tell tales of “My first solo night ride last night, wow I’m so CRAZY!!” on Internet forums and the like. This “being scared in the woods” thing was definitely a new experience.

What did I do? I got the hell outta there, fast. No way was my spine being torn out by a mutant.

 

Peaks ride

45 miles on and off road

Another ride south along (some of) the Pennine Bridleway yesterday. Snow, warm sunshine, wind, snow, rain, snow, sunshine. Not as much mud as last week apart from one bit of Lantern Pike. The BB on the bike didn’t creak or groan once – I’ve either fixed it or I’m getting weaker.

not much weather

Another road ride last night. The weather is so calm at the moment and dry too, it’d be rude not to. I deliberately rode at a slower pace because I needed a recovery ride. I sat down on the climbs instead of standing up and sprinting up them and pedalled more sedately on the flat bits. It was lovely. A bit foggy on the tops though…apparently winter hasn’t left the building just yet.