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Best OGIL Ride, Ever.
Jun 23, 2017, 10:18 am

I have noticed that whenever there is a TV programme on the best love song ever written; the top comedian, ever born, or the worst weather event, ever, it is always something that happened, was written or was popular only about 5 years ago, so I was not surprised when, after 5 days of hot weather, it was announced that we are officially in a heat wave, the hottest since 1976 and that it was the hottest 21 June, EVER; but I was surprised by Fred’s choice of destination for today’s ride, The café at Loe Beach. What made him think of it, I shall never know, and it met the criteria in every way. There were only 6 of us, so no complaints from Bernie, not that he was one of the six; it wasn’t too hot; it wasn’t particularly long or fast, it wasn’t going to duplicate any sections of the later mid summer eve ride, and there weren’t any hilly bits. Ok, I lied about the last part. But it would have been perfect if we hadn’t met up with so much traffic on the back lanes.

John was back from walking up somewhere that sounded like Killigrew St, but probably wasn’t as steep, and joined Kath, Phil1 and myself at Union Corner. So just Mike and Fred waiting at the other place for us to roll out on one of those crazy lazy hazy days of summer. Greek Church, Burncoose, Peranwell, Carnon Downs, Playing Place, and down to Loe beach; it all went as smoothly as that. Any concerns that it would be too hot at the café were dismissed, as each table had its own sun umbrella, and being just 6, we sat comfortably around the one table. I am sure that Mike and Fred would agree that the scrambled eggs were delicious, though were unsure as to why I was served up with what looked like twice as much as them. Though we sat next to the beach there was no talk of boats, just about the joys of cycling on such a perfect day. There was the small matter of the hill back up from the beach but even that seemed to have been levelled out for us.

Dropping back to Point we were surprised to meet up with Mr G, out on an illicit ride along the flat from Devoran. We escorted him back to his car, before chancing our luck along Suicide Alley. Fred obviously thought it was his lucky day, as he pulled out directly in front of an ambulance, perhaps he was trying to short circuit the NHS waiting list, but we all safely reached hangman’s hill. 32 pleasurable miles for me and by the time you read this it will probably be raining. Dean

The Alternative OGILS Ride, Wednesday June 14th
Jun 15, 2017, 8:31 pm

It was already getting hot as five Wheelers met at Union Corner for the 9.30am 'slower ride' - Sonjia on her old bike, complete with panniers from her French trip with Jane, Don M, on his road bike this time (and was heard to mutter, as we toiled up yet another hill 'this is why I bought an electric bike!!), Sheila on one of Paula's bikes, as her own had broken a gear spring; Jane and myself.  After the usual debate about where to go, we decided on Porthlevan, via Gweek, Helston and the Penrose estate.  What a great day for a ride - warm sun, a clear horizon so we could fully appreciate the passing scenery, and some lovely smells - the elderflower trees are all in bloom right now.  (The bakery at the back of the Helston  Sainsbury's smells pretty good too!)  

Penrose estate was green and shady, a peaceful change from the main roads, then out towards the sea, with a stunning view as we cycled down into Porthlevan, bouncing over the cobbles and round the harbour to the cafe which Sonjia wanted to try - the 'Atlantic View', which proved to be a great choice, with good coffee, fresh scones, a selection of cakes, all at very reasonable prices (£3.75 for tea or coffee and a huge scone with jam and cream! you can't beat that). Nothing is perfect though - they don't do bacon butties, but Don went for the crab sandwiches served with big chips and salad.  We'll be back!
Then it was home via the 'back route' out of Helston, avoiding the main street and those traffic lights which often catch you, meaning a dodgy hill start.  Along the B 3297 to Wendron, right at the Poldark mine, and the now very familiar Porkellis, Carnkie, and Halvosso route.  36 miles at a comfortable speed.  Anyone who is free on a Wednesday morning and would enjoy a slightly slower paced ride, come and join us!                                                                                         Liz

Coffee and Cream
Jun 14, 2017, 9:53 pm

Mystic Meg’s subliminal messages to Fred seemed to work, though he may have read my suggestion on facebook. “Poldhu?” he called. It was the only bid made and was accepted by the silent majority. Being June Cormac are busy tarmacing and surface dressing before the arrival of our summer visitors so there were many signs warning of road closures. We called their bluff at Brill and got through to Gweek without any sign of the “men at work”. Mike 2 only went as far as Gweek, as he had get back to work and Bernie and Admiral went off on an alternative route, but for the rest of us, ten, Poldhu it was, and what a good choice. The beach looked at its best, the sun was shining, with little wind, and I caught them in a good mood with my “eggs on toast” order. Fred was pushing his luck too far with “scrambled eggs?” and had to make do with a bacon bap. Other than talk about last weekends various rides there is little I can reproduce without fear of prosecution so I will leave it at that. Jan had other hills to climb so set off for home early but the rest were content to sit in the sun. It was a two coffee stop, with, for some, an ice cream as an alternative.

Even the hill up to the Golf Club seemed a little easier and the ride back was as pleasant as the ride there, though Paul didn’t fancy riding all the way back to Falmouth. The remaining eight was reduced by one more, when Fred went off to look at new bikes in Helston and Simon left us, as usual at Chez Jims. That just left Keith and the M&Ms to go on down the main road from Crane garage as Phil1, Kath and myself turned right and back to Halvasso, and home. A good 46 miles for me. Dean

Like age, its only a number.
Jun 7, 2017, 10:12 pm

Todays ride had something for everyone, and the waitress at Miss Mollys had more than enough to go around and ensured that all the OGIL knew just what was on the Menu. After a disappointing visit to the Stithians lake café, under new management, on Sunday, I was content with two fried eggs.

We were 13 OGIL sitting around our usual table. It is the Victorians we have to thank for the myth that this is unlucky, but even then there were some who were willing to challenge the superstition. In the 1890s the 13 Club met in Holborn each Friday the 13th to enjoy an intricately arranged supper. 13 tables were set, in 13 rooms, with each set for 13 guests. If someone failed to turn up one of the waiters was ordered to take the empty seat. Knives were crossed, salt cellars, shaped as coffins, were spilt, the whole affair illuminated by candles, placed in 13 plaster skulls on each table. Guests, entering the restaurant under a conveniently placed ladder, wore green ties and once seated waited the smashing of a large mirror to signify that dinner was served. Whether any unnatural repercussions ensued, I do not know, but certainly for the OGIL our 13 around the table did not cause anyone to have a mishap. Fred did have a minor mechanical on the way out but everyone managed to stay on their bike. The weather was even kind(ish) with the rain holding off until we were all safely home, although the wind was against us most of the way there, and the way back.

Fred had not slept well the previous evening and had sat up studying the CTC road map, so the route out was interestingly different. First stage took us down to Gweek, Gweek garage hill to the school and across to Wendron School. Then we turned left and through Coverack Bridges and out to Releath, Black Rock and Troon; a steady climb most of the way. Mr Garmin was especially happy at Troon, when we turned right, and chortled “New Road” all the way down to The King Edward Mine Museum. There was some discussion here as to whether we should change our plans and visit the Croust Hut, but Mystic Meg suggested that the menu was a bit too lardy-dah for the likes of us.

Our route back was straight forward; Brea Village and then the cycle path through to St Euny Church, Carnkie and Four lanes. It was said that Simon had headed off towards Newquay but the last time I saw him he was trying to chat up the other waitress with the only word of Polish he knew. I hope it meant what he thought it meant. 36 miles for me. Dean

Others in attendance were, Bernie, the M&Ms, Keith, Phils 1&3, Kath, Mike 2, Paul and Richard 2.

Sunday showers
Jun 7, 2017, 12:12 pm

Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head, saw it was RAINING HEAVILY and went back to bed.......... 

This can't be right? I've little hair and it's Sunday - we always go CYCLING on a Sunday! 

I put on my coat and got on my bike.

At HQ were Paul, Dean and West Devon Jim. Bernie then arrived followed by Mike W and with clearing skies six of us took off for Gweek with Stithians Lake in mind. And apart from a little sprinkle from time to time the day became dry – and very warm – so, as we gathered at the Stithians Lake Cafe, now  joined by Ian, only the sun poured down. Don 2 too.

Only one taker to join Ian and I on a longer ride to St Ives and that was Jim, so after coffee and cake Ian, Jim and myself headed west. 

We were quick to get served at the Balcony Cafe in St Ives, an advantage of being a small group. The disadvantage of being this small group was that a third of it bitched about the hills. Not Jim though, the steeper the better for him. Back through Haseltown, Cripplesase, and Nancledra to the Star Inn at Crowlas and a pint of Brisons Bitter. We sat in the sunny courtyard and chatted to the owner/head brewer and a few of the locals. They were all dead impressed with our knowledge of cycling, beer and pubs called “The Star Inn”. Or maybe they were just being polite.

The next Star Inn was Porkellis. The beer was similar to the Brisons, I think the brewery was Camerons – I can't remember the name of the pint. We all had some Bakewell tart too, Jim slightly more than us as he had bonked between pubs. Ian and Jim then ordered two large portions of chocolate brownie and ice cream. The Star Inn is a pub not a cafe. I had another pint. And so did Ian.

A wonderful day out on the bike. Quite a few hills and miles. We never regret going.


Weds 31st May Ride to Royal Oak, Perranwell
Jun 3, 2017, 12:02 pm

Riders, Teresa, Clare, Mandy, Trevor, Jim, Ian, Robin, Simon, Victor, and Caroline.

This was a fairly normal route out to Perranwell, via Halvasso, Llama Lane, Pelean Cross, and then we were there! None of the 'normal' tour of Cornwall rides as we have had in the previous weeks, they must be fed up with me moaning...

At the pub, we joined Richard74 who was loitering in the carpark 'admiring' a rather lovely E Type Jag.

We queued at the bar, it was busy as usual, got served swiftly and sat at the tables outside, the boys on one table and the girls on the other, talk on one table was of cooking and clothes, and on our table we were chatting about cars and sport! It started to get chilly so we made preparations for the journey home, visiting the powder room, which is decorated with black and white photos of 'famous' (if you are a certain age) men. Cary Grant and David Beckham hiding in the cubicles, with Brad Pitt , George Clooney, Paul Newman and Robert Redford in the hand wash area. Robin thought Brad Pitt could be a euphemism for something else related to the toilet. Anyway, us girls and Victor left them to enjoy the rest of the evening and we rode home to Perranarworthal, HangmansHill etc etc.

A short report for a short ride, 21 miles.

Lead us heavy father, lead us
May 31, 2017, 10:45 pm

I would like to suggest that our Chairman writes to Cormac to ask that the gateway near Halvasso turn is enlarged, to make room for the increasing numbers that take part in the OGIL ride. With Jan making her first appearance this morning, Andrew back from his wanderings, and Richard 2 promoted back up to the premier division from the VOGIL, there was a total of fourteen wheelers, of all shapes and sizes, who made their way to Helston Boating lake. Simon delegated the position of ride leader to father Fred who accepted the challenge with all the modesty you would expect. It is a simple and straightforward route, out to Porkellis and turn left at “This Dog Bites”; except that it didn’t today. However, with Fred choosing to lead from behind, those at the front took matters into their own hands, ignoring the next right and heading off into the distance. A mechanical hiccup, suffered by Phil3, gave us the opportunity to catch up, but it did make a short ride even shorter and we were at the boating lake well within the 23 mile limit. Even then Paul turned straight around and headed for home.

For the first time this year it was warm enough to sit outside, and with a bit of juggling of chairs we managed to gather around just two tables. Raymondo, who I think I shouldn’t have mention by name as he might have been on a sickie, lined up all our order numbers but before someone could shout “house” a young waitress arrived with the first order. I can’t remember what I had.

Apart from another riveting account of Andrew’s recent adventure the main topic of conversation was club kit, and the general consensus was that size was important. Unfortunately this did give an opportunity for both Phil1 and Bernie to flash glimpses of their manliness, but we had all finished eating by then so no harm came by it.

It was the usual route back, hampered only by half term traffic. Raymondo was the first to leave us, followed by Simon, at Chez Jim’s, and Bernie at Crane garage, leaving a goodly number to take another look at Halvasso and then home. It was an uneventful ride, Mike2 behaving himself and keeping on his bike for the whole trip. It was alleged that Simon had collided with Richard2 early on but as I didn’t see it, I won’t mention it. Kath, who had earlier said that she had a spare man in the bedroom at home to do a bit of touching up, didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get home, so I might have misheard that. Jan’s thoughts on her first OGIL ride were obvious as she asked whether there was a group that went out on Tuesdays or Thursdays. 34 miles for me. Dean.

OGIL REPORTĀ  24 May 2017
May 26, 2017, 6:05 pm

Dean being away hobnobbing with the Queen at a garden party, it has fallen upon me to write a chronicle of our latest OGIL escapade. If you’ve been reading the OGIL reports of late, you may have the impression that memorable incidents only occur when Dean is away … and this outing was no exception! I put it down to Dean’s protective karma; others contend that he just isn’t paying attention.

I arrived at Halvasso turn to find Fred waiting. We were soon joined by Phil S., Trevor Dave, Admiral, John, Bernie,  Cath and Phil C. Finally, M&M arrived to make up a jolly party of eleven.

The ride to Penrose Kitchen at New Mill took us through Halvasso, Burncoose, Coombe, Chacewater and Roseworthy. 

At some point during the ride, John was hurtling full tilt down a hill with me in hot pursuit. Suddenly he noticed that he had overshot the turn and grabbed the brakes. I did likewise – but too late. I smacked into his back tyre, sending us both sprawling. Fortunately, neither bike was damaged (nor were we), and we managed to sort ourselves out before the others caught up. I felt really terrible – a menace to society, a danger to everyone and everything around me, one of Trump’s infamous “losers”. However, my mood brightened when a few minutes later Phil S. knocked Admiral off his bike. It seems that while riding side by side and chatting away, Phil, on the outside, turned left, while Admiral, on the inside, carried on straight. For a moment they tried to occupy the same space at the same time. It didn’t work. Admiral picked himself up, dusted himself off, leapt back onto the saddle and pedalled off. That’s the stuff OGILs are made of! We arrived at the cafe without further mishap.

We quickly rearranged the furniture on the cafe terrace so that we could all sit around three tables pushed together. I ordered eggs on toast for Dean and ate them. As we basked in the sunshine, Admiral regaled us with humorous tales of past cycling trips. Second coffees were ordered. Finally, after a full hour of lazing around we set off again.

The route back took us through greenbottombissoefrogpoolburncoosestithianshalvasso (it all blurs into one if you’re not paying attention). Gradually riders peeled off left, right and centre until only Phil, Dave, Fred and myself were left at Halvasso turning, where Fred turned off. The three of us returned to Mawnan without incident. 43 miles for me. Mike2

Sunday 21st May Long Ride
May 22, 2017, 9:42 am

With a promise of a bright day ahead there was a goodly crowd that gathered at H.Q. The Long ride decided on making their way to St Ives or at least Lake side Café which is on the road toward Vorvais. After everyone admired Trevors new bike and Bernies Saddle and all the other oohs and aghhs that seem to happen we thought we ought to ride. 

Six of us waited until the main group set of to make their way to Perranuthno. As we left Amanda was walking towards us so we stopped for a chat, She is in high spirits if not a little fed up that she is  unable to ride at the moment. As we made our way up to Budock church a very black cloud was looming and we all thought a soaking was about to happen fortunately it didn’t. We came across the main group at the top of Halvasso and here Trevor persuaded Ian a guy who had joined us for the day to ride with us He lives in Turkey and is currently in Pendennis as he works as engineer on a luxury motor yacht.. So we continued on to Godolhin cross where Trevor suggested turning right for a nice change as a route to Millpool. Then St Erth across A30 and up to Café stop where Trevor David and I could not resist the cream teas, the scones really are something else. The banter was mainly discussing the current situation in Turkey and whether Grommett has enough room in his sidecar for all the moon cheese (Wenslydale). Route home was Hayle, Portreath, Redruth etc. A diversion to Mount Ambrose was discussed as Phil 4 was suffering from a creaking bottom and was in need of some carbon grease. But we couldn’t be arsed so we all went home.

61 miles and home by 2.30 a good day in good company. The cast in no particular order were David, Phil1, Phil4, Trevor, Jim, Ian and yours truly.         

As a clue Yours truly will be chairing the meeting on Thursday.

For the many, or the few?
May 18, 2017, 10:12 pm

Well, it was certainly the few who took up the offer of this week’s OGIL ride. I thought I was going to be on my own when I stood at Union Corner, in the rain, and it was only the temporary traffic lights that delayed me long enough to see Phil1 plodding up from Trescobeas Road. “Looks like a Miss Molly day”, I suggested but Fred and Simon, the two waiting at Halvasso turn had other, but equally acceptable plans. Lilly the Pinks was to be the destination and Simon had already sent a text to Bryan to give him a heads up. Just why the M&Ms were coming the other way when we got to Kestle Quarry, I forgot to ask, but I can imagine Martyn suggesting going that way round and” if we don’t meet up with the others we can go home”. “At least you will be able to remember just who was out today”, suggested Phil1, as the six of us continued on our way along the normally homeward route to Lilly the Pinks. I made a mental note to refit the rear mudguard as the spray trickled down my back(side); and to have another look for a more rainproof coat. At Penmarth we stopped briefly to chat to Jane, who had plans to re-join the VOGIL ride that morning, “when the rain let up”. She could be in for a long wait as Mystic Meg indicated that this wouldn’t be before 3pm.

Bryan was already at the café when we arrived. Although we dripped steadily on to the furniture and floor our enthusiasm for a good chinwag had not been dampened. Martyn and Fred discussed plans, and routes, for the next pathfinder; a visit to Clay Country and a promise of there being “gold in them hills”, or at least there would be hills. For some reason the subject turned to smart phones and we compared “packages” as men often do. I wouldn’t go as far as to suggest that Mystic Meg was the smartest of the bunch but she does know where I am, which is often one up on me. Phone in hand I thought it appropriate to ask Simon, who was better placed than me, to use it to take the accompanying photo of a picture on the cafe wall, appropriate that is for both an OGIL ride and the forthcoming election.

It was still raining when we bade farewell to Bryan and set off towards Todpool, United Mines, Burncoose and Stithians. It seems a lot more of a long drag this way around. We dropped Simon back home to Frogpool and at this point the M&Ms left us too. There was no enthusiasm for turning right at Stithians so we continued on to deaf cat alley and up to Longdowns. Left and then right brought us back to Halvasso, where Fred pointed out Capones Corner. Back at Halvasso turn we continued to put the world to rights for several minutes before Phil and I gave a farewell wave to Fred and returned to Falmouth. It was still raining. 33 miles for me. Dean.

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