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A cryptic report from Dean
Jan 12, 2017, 6:13 pm


Sunday 8th Jan Long Ride
Jan 11, 2017, 6:32 pm

The weather looked promising so quite a few of us met at H.Q. at 9.00 am. It was agreed that we would all go to Perranporth  but in 2 separate groups so Caroline, Bernie etc, group set off to go via Bissoe valley and the other group to visit Clive Mitchells new emporium at Summercourt. The suggestion of a complimentary cup of coffee was the main attraction. So twelve of us set off, including Emma, who is back with us after her death defying spill! now riding her very stable Thorn touring bike. So it was off down to Penryn then up Truro hill, where Jim left us because his saddle didn't want to stay in the correct position, then through suicide alley, onto to Truro, where Nick decided to leave us for reasons unknown. Then through Truro and up Ladock valley, to Summercourt, at a very steady pace I might add!! well it was for me at any rate, hanging on at the back receiving all the mud splatter that those in front didn't want.  We arrived warm but mud splattered, after coffee and a look at all the bikes and fancy bits that we cant afford Amanda left us to make her own way back, the rest continued on our way to Perranporth and a well earned breakfast. Usual route home up Perrancoombe onward passing a chap who has A TV skirting Mount Ambrose toward Stithians where Ian, Robin, Trevor, Phil 4, and Raymond  when on to check that the Star Inn was still in the same place. Leaving Emma, Dene, Phil 1 and myself to make our way home.        

60 miles for me and a great ride  Fred


Just Us Girls
Jan 8, 2017, 10:00 pm

Meeting at 10 am is really a very civilised time to meet for a bike ride on a glorious Sunday morning.  There were quite a few of us but a shout of Poldhu left our group with 6 of us which was whittled down to 4 by the time we reached the bottom of Halvasso.  Teresa had a puncture and as she had ridden from Mylor already was happy to call for a lift home.  Richard was tempted by a bacon and egg sandwich at Stithians café so took a right turn up the hill .  It left myself, Sonjia, Clarie and Liz to navigate our way to Poldhu.  I bravely took the lead ( I usually follow blindly along) through Gweek, a left along Gweek drive and then into St Martins where I showed the others where Freds killer bin lived.  No old lady today going to get her paper, that must only be a Wednesday trip out. 

We cycled through Trelowarren and at the other end took a quick right and left to Cury crossroads. Poldhu was then just a quick mile and bit away.  There were plenty of people on the beach, even a couple of naked children playing in the sea.  Was this really the first week of January!  We even sat outside to prove a point.

Coffee and a cake was just 3.50, a bargain and as we are special people we got our coffee in proper cups.  We re-traced our tracks up the hill and back toward Helston.  Muddy lane was tentatively chosen as the route back and we were soon met with a flood.  This was only shallow and short so we rode through and muddy lane was probably less muddy than some of the other roads that had had the cauliflower tractors along them.

It was back through Porkellis, no other Wheelers at the pub today, well not yet. It was the usual route back down Halvasso and home to give the bike a good wash off.

A very nice 40, though muddy, miles today.

Kath


On the eleventh day of Christmas
Jan 5, 2017, 10:55 am

I arrived at Union Corner just in time to hear Bernie giving young Raymondo a lecture on the need for protection. The prospect of there being eleven OGIL Ogiling had ensured that I was not late, but I was disappointed that only five of us left for the other place. There was still a chance but, alas, it was not to be. Although we waited for the M&Ms to arrive or perhaps Phil3 and Bryan, just nine wheelers left to go to Portreath. Were we two short or two days late? The consolation was that Mystic Meg had beamed out subliminal messages to Fred that today Portreath should have the pleasure of our company, and they had hit their mark. The choice of route, however, was still under debate, and remained so for several miles. It was not until we turned right at Bolenowe, and dropped down through the goat and goose yard, that I was sure of which way we should get there. But wrong again. After cycling straight past Miss Molly’s we were directed right, on to the new bypass and after a zig zaggy route through Heartlands, which made Mr Garmin chuckle and included a short off road section, we emerged at the Pool Health Centre. It was plain sailing from here, under the bypass and right, to Park Bottom, then straight through to Portreath. After a quick circuit of the car park we tootled over to the Tideline café for our customary, brief (ish) stop.

Nicely arranged around two tables, opposite a large group of old people, we viewed each other, like the Jets and Sharks. But Keith was distracted from launching into a dance off by the waitress’s arrival. It being the first OGIL ride of the year we were all “off menu”, but the variations were taken down on the pad and duly arrived. And was good; as was the conversation. TD gave an excellent rendition of Burn’s address to the haggis, though a little lost on his muffins and beans. Not unexpectedly the pop up knocking shops at Newquay were mentioned a couple of times. Was Newquay too far for an OGIL ride? Would we remember why we had gone there?

When one of the ladies opposite started to admire Bernie’s kit we knew it was time to leave.

The road outside was being dug up and we all took advantage of a change of the lights to green to get away. All, that is, except Raymondo, who was contemplating why his rear tyre was completely flat. He tried to reassure us that it had been a long time since he had suffered from a puncture, a fact that was clear to all as he first faffed about trying to blow it up again, trying in turn a selection of near useless pumps, before expertly changing the tube. Just under 17 minutes is the time to beat this year, but it seemed much longer on a cold morning. Simon, persuaded from leaving him, gave a short talk on the history of the Portreath incline. Eventually we were mobile again and continued up past the bike shed, turning right up the tramway and through Mawla. Wheal Rose followed, Scorrier, Treskerby, Sandy Lane and Lanner Hill; you know the way from there. Wheelers wheeled off as the do and after saying good by to Fred at the other place, and TD at Argal cross roads, it was just Phil1, Mike and myself that returned to Falmouth. The cloud build up overnight had kept the ice at bay so we only had the motorists to contend with, but a good ride to start the year. 41 miles for me. Dean


New Years Day Open House 
Jan 2, 2017, 9:58 pm

The day dawned cold and wet, dreadful weather as forecast. As I left the house I questioned my sanity - by the time I got to Enys I was soaking, and despite the climb, I was cold. No one would be at HQ so why was I bothering? Imagine my surprise in finding Amanda and Phil C already waiting. And Ben and Chris were soon to arrive, so, four times the number of people I expected! A promising start.

We made some effort to create a ride, heading briefly in a Stithiansish sort of direction but the draw of a log burner and coffee ( with whiskey in Amanda's case ) weakened our resolve and before 10 o'clock we were climbing past Hangmans Hill and soon huddled around the log burner. We did lose Amanda for a while but she had ridden on and latched herself to the 10 o'clockers, stoically heading out on a proper ride, the ladies in fluorescent being led by our chairman. Amanda called it a day but the others would all arrive about an hour later.

Dene arrived by bike having stumbled across John Morse in Mylor, who, having ridden over from Penzance was also lost. A phone call put them on the right track. Paul and Hilary had braved the elements and had ridden over too! This was a display of solidarity and it was no surprise to later see Trevor and Ian. Spinning companions Andy Blake and Mike Griffin then arrived completely sodden and were immediately revived with mulled wine, coffee, hot soup and a few pints.

And then we had all those who had arrived by car. In all, 26 wheelers, 27 including a very young Douglas - quite a party! 

So thank you all for your support and generosity. We managed to raise over £140 in donations for the Parkinson charity. And we had quite a nice time too!

Robin and Gill


Not the Nine O’clock Ride
Dec 28, 2016, 11:31 pm

To be honest the OGIL ride is not for everyone. We do not rigidly apply the age criteria but there are some, let’s just say, Amanda, for example, who would prefer a more “swift” ride, and others, oh, I don’t know, but Simon comes to mind, who wants a longer ride, and thinks nothing of popping down to Lands End for breakfast on a bright Wednesday after Christmas. But there were a goodly number of us who are struggling to last out until 2017, and a reasonable balance of Wheelers too young to know the story of the Flying Enterprise, to make it an excellent end of year event.

Kath, who had brought along her son, Simon, opened the bidding with “have we got time to go to Poldhu?” but her bluff was called when everyone agreed and she then had to admit that she needed to get back a bit earlier than that. Helston, via Trelowarren and Cury, seemed to be a good compromise, and with no late arrivals at the other place we were soon mobile again; nine in all. Apart from the sun flashing through the trees along the road to Gweek, it was a pleasant, if not “swift”, ride out to Garras, up through the estate and straight across to Cury village. Kath was still inclined to want to turn left here and drop down into Poldhu but was easily distracted and we made our way back to Helston and down to the lake. Split as we were between two tables I could only keep a note of the conversation on one, mainly between Phil1, Kiwi Dave and Keith, of travels to Australia. Seemed far to hot to me. The other table had obviously discussed the route back as they led us up the Penzance road before cutting across towards Truthall halt and out on to the B3297 near Whealdream. This is roughly the same distance as coming through the town and out via Water-Ma-trout, but a tad more lumpy. At this point Raymondo left us to turn back to Helston and we rejoined our usual route at Wendron school, across, via Jim’s hidden lanes, to the Falmouth road and off at Retanna layby. We said goodbye to Bernie and Keith at Crane garage and the rest of us took Fred back to the other place before, at last, picking up speed back towards Falmouth. 38 miles for me. Dean

To be honest the OGIL ride is not for everyone. We do not rigidly apply the age criteria but there are some, let’s just say, Amanda, for example, who would prefer a more “swift” ride, and others, oh, I don’t know, but Simon comes to mind, who wants a longer ride, and thinks nothing of popping down to Lands End for breakfast on a bright Wednesday after Christmas. But there were a goodly number of us who are struggling to last out until 2017, and a reasonable balance of Wheelers too young to know the story of the Flying Enterprise, to make it an excellent end of year event.

Kath, who had brought along her son, Simon, opened the bidding with “have we got time to go to Poldhu?” but her bluff was called when everyone agreed and she then had to admit that she needed to get back a bit earlier than that. Helston, via Trelowarren and Cury, seemed to be a good compromise, and with no late arrivals at the other place we were soon mobile again; nine in all. Apart from the sun flashing through the trees along the road to Gweek, it was a pleasant, if not “swift”, ride out to Garras, up through the estate and straight across to Cury village. Kath was still inclined to want to turn left here and drop down into Poldhu but was easily distracted and we made our way back to Helston and down to the lake. Split as we were between two tables I could only keep a note of the conversation on one, mainly between Phil1, Kiwi Dave and Keith, of travels to Australia. Seemed far to hot to me. The other table had obviously discussed the route back as they led us up the Penzance road before cutting across towards Truthall halt and out on to the B3297 near Whealdream. This is roughly the same distance as coming through the town and out via Water-Ma-trout, but a tad more lumpy. At this point Raymondo left us to turn back to Helston and we rejoined our usual route at Wendron school, across, via Jim’s hidden lanes, to the Falmouth road and off at Retanna layby. We said goodbye to Bernie and Keith at Crane garage and the rest of us took Fred back to the other place before, at last, picking up speed back towards Falmouth. 38 miles for me. Dean


I saw three Daves go cycling by
Dec 21, 2016, 6:13 pm

On Wednesday morn, on Wednesday morn …. This was, of course, TD, KD and AD, all on their way to the OGIL Christmas party. Fancy dress was compulsory and Simon’s “Little Red Riding Hood” was a treat to be seen. “What a big long trailing cloak you’ve got”, said Bernie, just moments before it got tangled in his back wheel and sent them careering into Phil1, dressed as the white rabbit. The Daves, colour coordinated, as the “three little maids from school are we”, were, unusually, on just the one bike, performing stunts just too incredible to describe. With Mystic Meg attempting to put a damper on the event, forecasting heavy rain late morning, this was to be a short ride, yet on approaching Bolenowe the &M of the M&Ms insisted that it was too early to go straight to the café and so the Pied Piper led us on towards Troon and then, to my surprise out towards Baripper. There was a short stop whilst Bernie showed us two Rheas in a field; said to be Bernie’s next farming adventure. There was a slight obstacle to his plan, as he has not yet found out where Rhea eggs come from, “out of their Rhea, Bernie”.

At Roseworthy Hill we eventually turned back towards Camborne, although Bernie led a couple of us out to look at the war memorial whilst the majority headed straight to Roskear, across to Blowing house and finally to Miss Mollys. The table was reserved, although not for us, but we borrowed it for an hour. The others were seated and Margaret was half way through a joke about a Leprechaun and a ballet dancer when Bernie and I arrived.

Traditional Christmas fayre was ordered; Eggs on toast, baked beans, toast and jam, but first, mince pies arrived, on the house, with Roddas clotted cream to top things off. The happy smiles from the waitress, even before we left, made sure it was to be remembered as one of the best OGIL rides since records began.

And all the bells on bikes did ring, on Wednesday Morn, on Wednesday morn…; as we sadly set off on the ride home; down through Brea village and on to the cycle track to St Uny Church, which according to the slip of paper in my cracker is the oldest church in Redruth, and through to Carnkie. Members wandered off as they do and after seeing Bernie safely back to his estate it was just Phil1, TD, KD, Fred and myself. As we came within spitting distance of Halvasso it started to spit, but this came to no more than a bit of mizzle, a fine day for Halvasso. I was still chuckling over Keith’s impersonation of Donald Trump when I arrived home; at 38 miles not quite as short as expected. Have a great Christmas and ride safely. Dean

 

Ed's Mulled Wine mini report from Jo.
Dec 20, 2016, 11:20 am
It's that festive time of the year again..it comes around oh so quickly and so does Ed's mince pie Audax.
The day dawned bright and sunny....oh no it didn't. It was very windy. There were lots of riders,as usual. It is very popular. Off we set to race for the cakes. Our little group of girlies plus Richard were taking it easy and admiring the scenery so by the time we arrived at the wonderful farmhouse,guess what? THERE WERE STILL LOADS OF CAKES LEFT..yum
Going back was fairly tough as the wind had increased and we were battling against it.
Then we had the tasty mince pies and mulled wine.
This Audax has got to be the best of the year!! Merry Christmas to all

                      THE HIGHLANDS AND GLENS 1200 AUDAX 2017
Dec 19, 2016, 8:34 pm

    An extract from Robin's Scottish ride report. The full report can be read in the grand tours page shortly.

 DAY ONE 

Though the ferry times had altered, and Mark did keep us in suspense as to the exact start time from Craignure, most people made the 9:30 ferry from Tobermory. Earlier we had all caught the 7:30 ferry to Mull where we were briefed about the ride by organiser Mark Rigby but then we'd rode the first leg at an unnecessarily quick pace and spent a chilly half hour waiting in Tobermory. Thankfully the ferry was warm and so it was a pleasant crossing. As I rode up the slipway I spotted Gavin. We rode together from Kilchoan, the route climbing over the Ardnamurchan Peninsula, topping out at somewhere between 550 and 600ft before swinging back to the shore once more. Gavin is a strong rider and, though not travelling light, he attacked the long hills with much enthusiasm. After about 15 km we were joined by Hackney Audax rider Jack. Clearly he was a strong rider too and keen to press on at pace. All was looking promising – I was in good company!

At the brow of a particularly long hill Gavin said he needed to shed a layer. Jack fiddled with his array of electronic gadgetry and then decided to go for a pee only when we were ready to head off. We waited a while and in that time saw another rider approach and on a bike with time trial bars. He stopped and removed a layer. “What time is the Mallaig ferry?” he enquired.“There's a 1:30, a 3 o'clock and one at 3:30” I replied. “ Has to be the 1:30”, was his conclusion! I turned this over in my mind as Gavin and I continued on our way. 

I'm juggling with the maths in my head. I've no gps or bike computer, just the AA road map and route sheet - and the route engrained in my head along with the stats for each “segment”. The one we are on is approximately 90 km and has 9700 ft of climb. If we are to make the 1:30 ferry our average speed has to be near 29 kph which, in this terrain, will be difficult. 

At Salen the route turns north with two quite challenging climbs before we eventually reach the gentler terrain along the Sound of Arisaig. We take in the scenery and the cycling becomes more relaxed. We are disturbed from our reverie by the sight of Jack coming past with the time trial chap on his wheel. I think we are both pleased by this sight but are immediately aware they are not slowing down as TT takes to the front. I get on Jacks wheel and look back for Gavin but he's slow to respond and it is some time before he is safe on my wheel. And then the miles start to tick by as TT grinds out the pace, with only a little help from Jack and myself. I look back at Gavin and give him the thumbs up to indicate that we're getting a free ride. I am used to this sort of riding and I'm happy to suck a wheel but I know that the elastic can break at any time and the punchy climbs start to have an effect. Not only is TT setting the pace but he's also attacking the climbs at a speed I know might cause problems later. Still, my main concern is making this very early ferry and I'm willing to suffer a bit for that. Gavin isn't prepared to and eventually drops off the back. As we make the steep incline to the junction with the A830 to Mallaig the road curves and Jack is no longer in sight. His elastic has broken!

TT doesn't pause other than to say we have about 21km to cover in 45 minutes, mutters something about boarding time and we're off. Or rather, he is off and I am on his wheel. I'm now left to my thoughts and an overiding impression that, like first thing this morning, we are travelling at an unecessary fast pace. I also want to explain to TT that if he eased backed on the climbs I could contribute on the flats but my lack of breath doesn't allow for conversation. And all this within the first few hours of a 1200 km audax!

Mallaig looms into view and I see that it still isn't 1:15! We already have tickets so are immediately waved onboard and we park our bikes. I'm glowing with satisfaction as I know the achievement has been immense and that after all those months of anxiously worrying whether I could get to my B&B before two in the morning I now realise I'm well ahead of schedule. 

We make our way to the cafe onboard and order coffee. I once more thank TT for his help in getting me to this ferry and by virtue of that, my B&B in Alness, at a reasonable time in the evening. What a great start. I'm not sure how TT will cope with the remainder of the days ride but hopefully he will knock back the pace a bit. I'm pretty confident I haven't done any lasting damage to myself, at least nothing a few pints and a good sleep couldn't put right! Glowing in our own smug achievement the ferry pulls away as we watch a group of riders gather at the ferry terminal. And then in walks Jack! By the skin of his teeth he'd made the 1:30!

                              


Alone again, naturally
Dec 14, 2016, 5:43 pm

I was either early or late arriving at Union Corner this morning, and little chance of the former. I am sure there wasn’t sixty minutes in the hour after I got up. Something to do with the winter days being shorter, I assume. But the result was that I cycled over to the other place on my own. At least a merry crowd were waiting there to make up for the lack of the Falmouth contingent. Bryan arrived just as we were about to set off and the front half of the M&Ms appeared around the corner as we pushed our pedals around to the upright position. Fred needed to be back early so suggested Sainsbury’s at Helston, via Penboa. With rain forecast at about 10am there were was no dissent.

Nothing much you can say about Sainsbury’s café; the food is ok, and cheap, and there is plenty of room. We chose two tables to one side, catching a bit of what could have been mistaken for sun and the view towards Flambards. As usual the conversation was varied and of the highest intellectual content. I can’t remember any of it.

Although Fred left early, the others appeared to be in no rush. I did hear Martyn suggest going on to Penrose estate, in the other direction from home, but we all pretended that we hadn’t heard him and chose the main road through the town and continue out to Wendron, mainly to avoid seeing whether muddy lanes were living up to their name. But at Wendron we re-joined the usual route dropping back to Jim’s hidden lanes and out to Wendron cricket club. Bryan had turned off a Wendron school and Simon left us by Chez Jim’s. At crane garage Keith and Martyn continued straight down the main road whilst TD, Phil3 and myself took another look at Halvasso, but they both turned off at Mawnan Crossroads, leaving Billy no-mates to return to Union Corner. Only 28 miles but the rain had held off. 

Dean


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