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Another Poldhu day
Jan 19, 2017, 10:28 pm

Mr Garmin says that it was 28 September when I last went to Poldhu. Today was an excellent day for a return visit. Cold, but sunny, and with a slight East wind. Whether it would be too much for an electrickity bike, we would find out. And it was Adrian who was brave enough to find out, borrowing Teresa’s velocipede. So, it was 12 OGIL that left Halvasso turn; Bernie, Simon, Keith, Phils 1& 3, Adrian, Admiral, TD, Mike Capone, Raymondo, Trevor and myself, although Admiral, again, decided to cut the trip short and turn off towards Constantine. The appearance of the Helston boys meant that the pace was a bit quicker than I like and the legal constraints on electric bikes did mean that Adrian trailed a little on the flatter sections but passed with a cheery wave on the hills. And there were a few hills to test us all out. After cutting up through the Trelowarren Estate we kept off the main road, instead taking in a bit of mud and the Cornish camels site on our way to Mullion. Whether the camels have now been sold, I don’t know, but the shed was empty and there was no sign of them in the fields.

Poldhu was as welcoming as ever and there was even room for us to sit inside. Mike had brought a copy of last weeks ride report with him and the one table attempted to fill in the crossword. After a few minutes of “Where did we go last week?” the conversation changed to other matters. I guess the answers will remain as much a mystery to you, readers, as they were to my fellow OGIL.

Adrian seemed to sense that we were ready to move on, by announcing that he would go on ahead. “You’ll soon catch me up”. As he also let on that he would officially be old enough to be a member of this exclusive cycling group on Thursday there was an impromptu rendition of “Happy Birthday”. Well, at least we were spared the sight of Adrian whizzing up the hill to the golf club and we didn’t catch up as soon as he mighty have imagined and we kept fairly well together as far as Culdrose. I suggested to Simon that we might be better off heading through Helston and up the main road to Wendron school, to avoid muddy lanes, but you know what some people are like once they get elected as Chairman. Muddy lanes was probably muddy; it was difficult to tell with about six inches of flood water. Never mind, Teresa never reads the ride report so Adrian will be ok.

To celebrate his OGIL ride, and by now fairly confident of their being enough juice in the battery to get back to Falmouth, Adrian decided to have a burn up back down the main road, rather than turn off via Wendron cricket club. By now the Helston boys had turned back and Simon left us just after the club. Bernie had already got fed up and had Bernied off ahead. I stopped to take a phone call at Halvasso so the rest went on too. A pleasant 48 miles for me. Dean

 

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

 

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