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Jan 17, 2015, 4:55 pm


Mowzel Christmas Lights night ride 29/12/14
Jan 16, 2015, 8:22 pm

With the previous few days of icy conditions and the amount of people who were backing out of this ride on Facebook despite my reassurance that the roads we would use would be ice free, Raymond and myself were only expecting to see Robin at Goldsithney for this the fourth annual night ride. However we were delighted to see Fred & Bernie already there before being joined by Dale & Simon for a pre-ride pint.

We took the usual route to Marazion being joined along the way by Robin and after a quick stop at Jordan’s cafe to pick up any possible late comers we were off along the costal track to Penzance and then by road to Mousehole. The lights as usual were an amazing sight, and the pint in the Ship Inn was also a most welcome vision. With beer supped it was time to find some food so it was a quick ride back to Newlyn only to find that the Chippy had just closed but the look of disappointment on the faces of the seven cyclists peering through the window was too much for the owner too bare so she reopened just for us which was nice.

After finishing what must be some of the best fish & chips this side of Heaven it was back the way we had come to Goldsithney. After saying our goodbyes the three of us made our way back via small country lanes which always seem so spectacularly different in the dark, but in no time we found ourselves back in Helston where Robin and I visited the Blue Anchor for a pint or two before going our separate ways.

Thanks for everyone who braved the cold and hopefully more club members will be able to join us next year, so make a date in your diary - leaving The Crown Inn, Goldsithney at 6:30 pm. Wednesday 30th December 2015.

Helston Trev


Just another ride report
Jan 15, 2015, 11:28 pm

Hi, I’m Mystic Meg. I just mentioned, once or twice, that my weather prediction was spot on today, when he said, “Well if you are that clever you might as well write the ride report” To tell you the truth, I do mostly as it is, so, here I am.

As predicted, it was relatively nice and sunny when we set out for Union Corner, where we met up with Richard 2 and Bernie. I had predicted that it would remain like this until about 2pm, so a fairly short ride was recommended. Helston boating lake sounded just about right to me. Only Fred and another Wheeler who I understand is Phil 3 were at Halvasso turn. He’s not on facebook, yet, so I don’t know everything there is to know about him, but give it time. Helston was accepted by the others and after I had passed on the intended destination to Trevarno Dave, we were off.

Don’t tell Him but Mr Garmin is not the only one who knows where He has been. I keep quite a tight eye on Him, when he remembers to take me with him, that is. Today it was the usual route out to Porkellis, coming across a gaggle of trainee wheelers at Halwin school, then on to Releath, where we turned left and headed towards Trevarno. After that it was out onto the A394 and down to the cattle market.

They say simple things please simple minds, so whilst He fed the ducks the others found a table and ordered food. No sign of Trevarno Dave so I checked to see if he had left a message - “Not out today”. The others, being men, got their things out and started playing with them. I have to say I was impressed with Bernie’s. He has got some really clever apps. “He” won’t let me download hardly any; real mean He is, always watching every byte I take. Bernie could tell that there were more than 6500 planes in the sky at that moment, over 140 over the South West of the UK. I had to admit that the sky looked clear and blue and I couldn’t see any. Not only that but he could do thermal imaging and even measure the sound level in the café. That was an eye-opener. More than 70 decibels, increasing to around 88 when Richard 2 was speaking. That’s enough to damage human hearing if exposed to for 8 hours a day. I will expect to see the waitresses wearing ear defenders next time I go there. If I can catch Him when he isn’t grumpy I’ll get him to download one of those. You know one day us smart phones will take over the world. It’ll be like “Planet of the Apps”.

After leaving a brief report on facebook and pointing out that it was Richard 2’s birthday we were ready to set off again.

You know the route back, muddy lanes, hidden lanes, Jim’s place, etc, etc; the only thing even approaching excitement being when Phil’s bike started screaming, “I can’t go on!” Turned out it was only the mudflap catching on the front wheel!

So that was that, 35 miles, bike put away about 10 minutes before it started to rain, bang on cue; just as I predicted. Did I mention that?

I promised Mr Garmin that he could do the last bit of the report so I’ll hand over to him.

“Bleep”.


Last Sundays longish rides and 3 visits from the P fairy
Jan 15, 2015, 1:21 pm

It was 9.00am on a cool but clear day the Clan gathered, shedding their waterproofs to back pockets, all except for Ian who had "forgotten his" ( or as it transpired could not reach it in his garage as he was assembling shelving for Cornwall Hospice).
Nigel appeared back on the bike after his nasty accident before Christmas on his way for an Ogil ride.

As St Ives was our destination discussion took place as to the route. The shorter ride group decided that Hells Mouth would be far enough, so we set off heading towards Four Lanes via Halvasso. On route we picked up Ironman who was on his way to work and trying to regain fitness after a heavy Christmas break. So this made our numbers up to twenty - a goodly turnout. Banter was exchanged and he rode with us well past Stithians, it was nice to see him and chat for a while.

As we headed for North cliffs in the Tehidy area Bernie and Nigel left us to make their own way. The usual mad dash along North Cliffs against increasingly strong headwinds ensued but North Cliffs café was closed so Godrevy was settled upon.
Here we left Susan, Phil1, Phil3, Graham, Dean and NZ Dave to enjoy their coffee etc. The remaining eleven continued on to St Ives via Lelant where the first P happened to yours truly.
Eight and half minutes was timed with Raymond’s help.
Job done we were on our way again to St Ives where we enjoyed a Sarni and Coffee in the Balcony Café, and who should be there but Trevano Dave.
Afterwards we set off past the Tate up the delightful hill up to Halestown and on upwards then at last down to Hayle. Heading for Connor Downs Robin thought he needed to do a few more miles so set off to Portreath. At Carnell Green the wicked P fairy struck again catching Raymond with his guard down; so job was sorted, although no time was reported as it was cold from the wind (and interest seems to wain proportionately to weather).  Job done only to find Trevor had been struck by the same Fairy, all interest had definitely gone by then.
Richard1 then left us to make his own way via Barripper. At Praze and Bubble we split: Trevor, Raymond, Martin and Margaret, Amanda and Trevano Dave headed up past reservoirs leaving Phil2, Richard2 and myself to make our way back via Stithians Reservoir to home

A lovely ride with good company 63miles   Fred



The secret of eternal youth: skin-tight Lycra and a bicycle
Jan 11, 2015, 6:50 pm

Cycling shown to slow signs of aging

This comes from the study which Robin and Simon took part in last year!

Dressing up in skin-tight Lycra and pounding the highways on a road bike may not sound like the way to age gracefully but scientists have found that older cyclists show fewer signs of ageing compared with non-cyclists.

Cycling – and heavy exercise in general – may be exhausting but it also appears to be the route to Shangri-La or something approximating the fountain of youth, according to one interpretation of the findings.

Scientists who analysed the physiological functions of more than 120 regular cyclists aged between 55 and 79 failed to find any of the obvious signs of ageing that they would normally observe among people of the same age.

The volunteers – 84 men and 41 women – had to be able to cycle 100 km (62 miles) in six and half hours for men and 60km in less than 5.5 hours for women. Smokers, heavy drinkers and those with high blood pressure and other health conditions were automatically excluded.

The super-fit group of elder cyclists were monitored in a laboratory for two days with a battery of tests to measure their cardiovascular, respiratory, neuromuscular, metabolic, endocrine and cognitive functions – in addition to bone strength and general health and well-being.

The result was that the cyclists as a group showed few of the typical signs of ageing and that it was not possible to made generalisations about the aging process, according to Steve Harridge of King’s College London, the senior author of the study published in the Journal of Physiology.

“In general, we didn’t find the ageing we would expect to see in this age profile. We found some factors were correlated with ageing, but not strongly correlated, and some that were not correlated at all,” Dr Harridge said.  

“We had assumed that there is a linear straight line decline in physiology with ageing but that is very unlikely to be the case. We’re not saying we’re reversing ageing but that cycling seems to optimise the ageing process,” he said.

“Because most of the population is largely sedentary, the tendency is to assume that inactivity is the inevitable condition for humans. However, given that our genetic inheritance stems from a period when high levels of physical activity were the likely norm, being physically active should be considered to play an essential role in maintaining health and well-being throughout life,” he added.

The scientists chose extremely active and fit elder cyclists because of concerns that sedentary lifestyles are masking the normal ageing process, which makes it difficult to study the physical changes resulting directly from growing old, he explained.

A typical test for ageing, for instance, is to see how fast someone can get up from a chair, walk three metres, turn and walk back and sit down. Taking more than 15 seconds indicates ageing, but all the volunteers in the study, even the eldest, were able to complete the test in far less time.

“An essential part of our study was deciding which volunteers should be selected to explore the effects of ageing,” said Ross Pollock of King’s College, a member of the research team.

“The main problem facing health research is that in modern societies the majority of the population is inactive. A sedentary lifestyle causes physiological problems at any age,” he said.

“Hence the confusion as to how much the decline in bodily functions is due to the natural ageing process and how much is due to the combined effects of ageing and in activity,” he added. (From the Independent, 11th January 2015)

 


Raindrops keep falling on my head.
Jan 8, 2015, 10:36 am

Since there are few sheep farmers in West Cornwall there were few disappointed with the view that awaited me as I drew back the curtains. A blood red sun spread its influence across Falmouth bay. What was disappointing was the pattern of raindrops increasingly disturbing that view. Mystic Meg, however, was unperturbed. “It’s raining”, she reported, smugly. Mr Garmin was no more amused than I. “She might be Smart, but she’s not that clever”. Mystic Meg had indicated that the morning would be dry with the rain not starting until eleven at the earliest, a fact, if I may be forgiven for using that word, I had passed on to prospective OGIL through Facebook and which had tempted out at least the two Wheelers who were waiting at Union Corner, and virgin OGILer, Kate, who arrived just as we were about to leave. Kath, no doubt flustered by not being able to hang out the washing before leaving home had had to text Clive to see whether her tyres were pumped up enough, had forgotten her water bottle and had even come out without her padded pants. Yes, she is indeed Knickerless. Kate, naively, queried Martyn about the early Moulton he had brought out for a spin, thus delaying the set off for a while as he began the history of the Moulton bicycle, to entertain us at various intervals throughout the ride.

Just Chris, Phil 3 and Simon were waiting near Halvasso turn and after Chapter 2 of the Moulton Story we were off again. It at least took one’s mind off the drizzle. Trevarno Dave had already made his excuses, as had Richard 2, so still working on the predicted severe deterioration in the weather due in a couple of hours my suggestion that we headed to the Argal café, via Gweek and Wendron, was accepted. When the rain did come we just had a short dash home. Kath was sure that the weather was brightening and it did seem that way. But was this the proverbial lull before the storm?

There was little of the ride that was significant enough to lodge in my memory but shortly before 11 we dropped down Mabe hill to the reservoir. I was relieved to see the “Café Open” sign.

The Argal café is the little sister of the Stithians lake café and is open, I read, throughout the winter. Though small there were tables enough for the 7 of us, though a little cramped. The food was good, as was the service. The rain ceased but we stayed put. Conversation ranged from the powers of the water bailiff, not to be confused with the water boatman, a solicitor who may have, allegedly, done a bit of soliciting on the side, Scapa Flow (last discussed at the Melting Pot many rides ago) and Churchill’s place in history. Mr Garmin complained that I had left him outside for 1 hour and 6 minutes when we eventually recovered our bikes for the short ride home. Just 25 miles but 25 miles more than those who weren’t there.   Dean


We're going to Newquay
Jan 7, 2015, 8:39 pm
At last, at the 3rd time of asking, we were going to Newquay! The last time we visited the lake cafe was Feb. 2012.
14 wheelers left HQ including Steve on his new single speed having a quick spin out to the Hillhead roundabout to see if he had solved his chain problems. So down into Penryn and up Treluswell and again chickening out riding up Truro Hill, a designated cycle route! To compound the issue a little bird (not Sonjia) told me that the 10 o'clockers(9.30) climbed the very same hill on their ride. Most of us have gears so this hill should not be a problem. Obviously single speeds and fixed wheels are a special case and as you're all well aware I have been a special case for quite a while!
Onwards towards our destination taking a fairly level route through Bissoe, Twelveheads, Blackwater, Mithian and a sprint down into Perranporth. Here 4 lightweights decide this was far enough and refused to go any further without a cafe break. That left the hardcore 9 to climb the hill out of Perranporth towards Goonhavern. I struggled up the hill and was glad of a breather at the top. Not looking forward to the hills along the coast road to Cubert and Holywell Bay I was surprised when Robin led us to Goonhavern and along the main road to Newquay. It seemed strange Robin avoiding some stiff hill climbs or was he just thinking of me on a single speed? No such luck. It turned out he had merely lost his bearings and missed the turning. What you need Robin is a good map! At the cafe we were too late for breakfast and with no bacon baps on offer most of us made do with toasted tea cakes to accompany our coffee.
We certainly found some testing hills on the return leg through St Newlyn East, Mitchell and down to Ladock where we rode along the level to Tresillian. Passing through Truro we took took the Old Falmouth road and the hill up to Playing Place and with the thought of beer in my head I managed to drag myself through the pain. Here we split with Robin and myself going, yes you guessed right, to a pub, the Quay Inn at Devoran to be precise. Having only 2 pints each I think we must now be classed as teetotal.
An enjoyable ride of 60 miles for me with dodgy company. Also a warm welcome to Chris (Clem) who rode with us for the 1st time today and hopefully cycling with the Wheelers in the future.
Ian

A Short Report For a Short Ride.
Dec 28, 2014, 9:02 pm
Sunday 28th Dec.
 
As Victor and I gazed out of the window, eating our porridge, we thought it looked like an extra layer kind of day.  
 
As we arrived at HQ, Amanda said goodbye and headed home, was it something someone had said, no it was a bit icy on the road from Budock so she felt it was safer to go back home than risk an icy fall.. The other riders keen to get a ride in were Robin, Phil Eagles, Dean and Victor and me.  We decided to head towards Helston, but it became quite frosty on the road up to Argal and a cyclist coming the other way said the road had black ice on it, so beware.  My thoughts were that this weekend is exactly a year ago that Richard had his fall on ice, and also that we are going on holiday next weekend!!! I said I would head back, the boys also turned back as the road past Argal was very icy.  We retraced back to Union Road as my new Garmin called it, then back up the by pass to home.  9.99  miles. 486 calories. Home to a large slice of Christmas cake and hot coffee -  probably about 700 calories.....

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