The Cranks - Old Events


Date, Ride Venue:	March 4th, Rockhampton

Outrider(s):	Mr K and Sue

Distance:	Approx. 15 miles

Cranks:	lan, Terry, Maddog, Soraya, Pete, Jason, Ruth, Geoff, Ali, Mike, Mona Lisa, Dylan, Postie and Red light.

A great turnout as the weather had been so cold this last week. This was a well-marked trail having been laid in road paint on Thursday (So a re-run is possible for at least the next month!) We set off to suss out the route, the checks were well enough spaced to tempt the faster riders into some long false trails. But some Cranks hovered over the check-points waiting and chatting for the on-on calls before heading off. Mr K put arrows on the circles as they could not be kicked out more laterÉ. We headed northwest towards the River Severn then headed southwest down Hill Lane. Harestreet Lane led to Shepperdine and onto Shepperdine Road. The Nuclear Power Station loomed ominously above us. The pack was split as one unfortunate had a puncture. I found the on and proceeded along the track bordering the power station. This was very muddy, due to recent work by BT! A long Jelly Baby and de-clogging stop was needed. Mikes’ chain was stuck fast and only by the splitting and removing the chain could it be released. Thanks to MD and Scrat. On then to Oldbury on Severn village taking lane and then bridleway. A very warm and welcome pub stop was enjoyed by all at The Anchor. Along the way, Jason, momentarily distracted, fell and rolled down the bank into a drainage ditch. Wet to the knees he remounted to cries of “Ditchy” - Good job he’s grown those extra inches in the last few months!! Further along the bridleway the pack happened upon a couple in a ‘compromising situation’ in a car. Sadly for them (and to our amusement), we could only make slow progress, as this was another very muddy bit! Joining the road again we came to a church on the top of a hill with a strange name I cannot remember. The views were super and very far-reaching. A great stop. From here MD and Scrat fell for Mr K’s ploy of describing a bridleway as “it may be a bit tricky” and off they went only to find bike carrying was the order of the day. The sensible ones followed the trail back through Kington to Thornbury, and then back via Newton to Rockhampton. A truly dreadful smell awaited our return, so Mike put off the cake treat until back at Mr K’s. Mr K, thinking Al and MD were in front stopped marking the trail and so the guys had to check each one. A great ride Mr K and Sue, and thanks extended to Mike and Ali for the cake, Mr K and Sue for soup and showers and Soraya for wine, coffee and showers.


Date, Ride Venue:	March 11th, Stow on the Wold

Outrider(s):	Al Grey’un

Distance:	Approx. 17.5 miles

Cranks:	Al Grey’un, Fishy, Alan, Terry, Ruth, Geoff and Dylan

Dylan was charged with a mini write-up, but nothing has been forthcoming yet and as time has now elapsed and as I’m feeling really rough, here goes for a short report: Al had kindly sussed out the ride in the morning and he was impressively caked in mud by the time we met him. His stamina was recharged with what looked like power munching of pork pie and cakes. And so the off - The first few miles were without incident and then my free wheel which had cost a £50 repair that very morning, started to fail once again. This resulted in Alan having to push-start me at every stop from then on. To compensate we saw three barn owls on this ride (or maybe one who covered a large area!) A deep manmade trough near the end enabled us to clean the bikes of the worst gung. The ride was approximately 17.5 miles and it has to be said that Al Grey’un was flagging just a tad near the end. Jelly babies revived us all to reach the end. Caroline joined us at the local pub for well-earned drinks. Thanks for a great ride Al, and at short notice too! The Social evening was well attended by at least 23 cranks and JQ reported a good voting rate for the trophies. Awarded thus: Best Ride Pete Butlers ride in the Wye Valley. Best Crash Maddog for the Face plant in the gravel. Crank Personality Me for all this writing and general geeing up of Cranks Thanks for your support guys. We enjoyed a tasty, well-earned supper and a few bevies. Thanks Jonquil for organising the evening, hopefully JQ will send out a few notes from the meetings ÉÉÉ Please?


Date, Ride Venue:	April 1st. Masons Arms, Joys Green. Ruardean.

Outrider(s):	Maddog

Distance:	Approx. 12 miles

Cranks:	Maddog, Mike, Ali, Steve, Baleout, Ali, Al Gray'un, Caroline, Turbo Tony, Rupert, Fraser, Fishy, Ruth, Mr Kippling, Postie Splat.

The day started with a flurry of phone calls asking “Where was the Masons Arms?”, apparently even some of the locals didn’t know where it was. Maddog’s directions left a little to be desired, a score rating of 1/10. Eventually everyone arrived and the ride got underway almost on time. This was (or was not?) a fancy dress ride on the theme of ‘April’ or ‘Fool’. Mr Kippling wore a fetching big bow tie and I (Fishy) dressed a Jester. Ruth had a funny hat but did not have time to fix it to her helmet. As Maddog was not in fancy dress, who were the fools? I’ve no idea where we went but it was approx 12 miles of fun, mainly on forest track in all sorts of weather from sun to hail with a permanent head wind. During the ride we were treated to some trick cycling by Maddog who demonstrated how after doing a jump you can land on your front wheel and turn your bike into a unicycle. This however caused a slight problem when he tried unsuccessfully to negotiate a banked turn. Crash of the year 2006? Rupert also demonstrated the classic cycling characteristic of looking at something (a tree stump) that you want to avoid, but somehow you end up hitting it anyway. Mr Kippling found one section of mud a particularly slippery causing him to bruise his ribs when he hit terra firma. We had a welcomed pit stop at the Swan at Brierley. At this point Caroline, Turbo Tony & Mr Kippling took the opportunity to short cut back, while the rest of us continued for an extra few miles en-route back to the Masons arms for another well earned drink. Photos of the ride can be found at: http://www.coolhandfilms.com/fraser/cranks0406 Thanks Fraser for the photos and thanks Maddog for a cracking ride.


Date, Ride Venue:	April 15th. The Mill at Withington

Outrider(s):	Bale Out

Distance:	Approx. 17.75 miles

Cranks:	Bale Out, Ali, Fishy, Alan, Terry, Ruth, Soraya, Pete, Jason, Al Grey ‘un, Garry, Lyn, Dylan, Yob, Shaggie, Lou and newcomers, Bradley, Maggie, Eddie, Julie and Pete.

10.15 came and went and Cranks were still arriving by the carload. Finally with food ordered, we were off. The weather was dry and warm. We left Withington and soon found ourselves on a long stiffish climb through Upcote Farm to the top of Shill Hill. Sadly here we lost newcomer Julie who was feeling short of breath. Fishy leant her his mobile phone and Julie insisted that we continue and she would meet us back at the pub. Onward and downhill, Newcomer Pete had the first fall on the day, when he forgot he had new cleats on - (we’ve all been there Pete!) Through the golf course at Shipton and past the Frog Mill pub. We regrouped to cross the main A40 and onwards to Shipton Olliffe, no coffee stop at Val’s today. From here we climbed to Hampen and then on to Salperton. After a welcome Jelly Baby stop we made our way to Hazelton, soon after this a fall was sustained by Lou, who had a puncture but was ably assisted by Fishy. We regrouped just after the A40 crossing and Al grey’un realised he had the baby seats in his car and had to make haste back to the start for a mercy dash to pick up Caroline and the granddaughters to join us for lunch. On we went through Compton Abdale up yet another steep hill, (thanks for the push Alan!), at the top some declared “enough’s enough” and took a road route back to the start. The rest of us took the hard-packed trail along the ridge and then down to Yanworth a welcome lane section took us through Cassey Compton and on inn to the Mill for a VERY well deserved meal and drinks. Just two notes to add: Bale out managed to have a near complete bike service with tinkering at each regroup; and Fishy biked to the start from home (35km) and Alan and Fishy rode the scenic routes back home fishy completing about 112km today, as if the Hell of the Cotswolds was not enough last week. A good challenging ride Bale Out over some very scenic countryside. Thanks and I hope all the newcomers will join us again? Nature notes for the observant a hare was spotted and a new orphan lamb with a donor lambs skin on.


Date, Ride Venue:	The Cranks go Riding Shock! - The Beckford Inn on May 6th

Outrider(s):	Poisonous Ruth

Distance:	-

Cranks:	Ruth, Geoff, Terry, Alan, Fishy, Lynne, Rob, Maddog, Shaggy, Ness, Eddie, Tom

Blondes have more fun! Despite all the hazards which had been deliberately placed in our way, such as Ashchurch, we percy veered and achieved our goal of reaching the Beckford Inn. The object of this particularly complicated and vexing operation was to ridicule Ruth’s pathetic attempt to lead a ride. Thirteen of us made it, including Ruth and Geoff, Tom made his annual appearance looking lean and keen. Smashing day, we set off and had a gentle warm up through Kemberton and Conderton, admiring the thatched cottages and ye olde Cotswolde stone. Ruth very thoughtfully took us for a jaunt around a car boot sale and then we began the ascent, up bleedin’ Bredon hill. We thought we looked extremely impressive decked out in our bright cycling gear, glistening muscles and finely tuned machines. Imagine our horror when a rather elderly couple managed to keep up with us all the way to the top. Kiwi Babe tried bribing them with Jelly Babies, pleading with them to slow down so we wouldn’t look quite so daft. Eventually we arrived at the summit puffing and blowing, but the view was worth it. We then meandered over the tower for an even more exceptional view, the elderly couple kept pace with us. Then it was around the north side plunge down to the valley bottom, great down hill, we all got good vibration from it and maybe white finger. Exhilarated we regrouped at the bottom of the hill and exchanged tales of the horror and extraordinary bravery experienced on the descent. Then Ruth was off again and we were hanging onto her apron strings as she whisked us off left and then up a big climb back to the top of the hill. Many died on this ascent. Eddie was pleased that he hashed every week to give him enough fitness to complete the ride. Tom enjoyed it but certainly paid a price, I understand he slept well for several days. Geoff made it look easy. So back at the top, we cycled straight down the other side, Maddawg and Scraterly discovered their own very special down hill, whilst the others went with Ruth, probably not as interesting. Then we were back. It was a ruthless ride, well it wasn’t cos she was with us. Good ride on a lurverly day. When we got back, Vanessa was missing, so Ruth went looking for her on Geoff’s bike, meanwhile Vanessa returned, Shaggy goes looking for Ruth, mean while Ruth returns, Fishy goes looking for Shaggy, meanwhile Shaggy returns, etc. etc. meanwhile the rest of us went in the pub.


Date, Ride Venue:	May 13th. The George at South Cerney

Outrider(s):	Al and Caroline

Distance:	Approx. 21 miles

Cranks:	Al Grey’un, Caroline, Fishy, Scratley, Kiwi Babe, Valerie, Rob, Ruth, Geoff, Nick, Shaggy, Ness, Mr Kipling, Dylan, Bradley

It was a bit tricky deciding what to wear on Sat. Would it rain or be a scorcher? Mud was assured and I wanted to stay clean but, feeling intimidated by the bare legs of the other bashers, I slipped off my thermal leggings and did right to settle for the shorts. Conditions proved perfect for biking. We headed off through Nick’s old stamping ground, then through the lakes towards Cricklade before heading south round gravel pits and Manorbrook Lake. We then meandered around following either the blue dots or the black arrows on Al and Caroline’s map, I’m not sure which! I think we saw a bit of the Chelworth area and then turned west at Purton Stoke, across to Minety and up through Ashton Keynes, through the water park and On Inn to South Cerney after about 20 miles of pleasurable riding. Although basically flat, the terrain was varied: some lumpy bumpy bits (with dumps in) alternating with great bridal paths and lanes. The net effect resulted in Fartlek cycling although various individual styles emerged. Fishy seemed determined to get his hillwork in and almost came a cropper in an Eddie the Eagle style attack on a pile of surplus tarmac when he ended up sliding off backwards. Conversely, Mr K sought out some serious downhills and found it in the form of a very deep puddle brakes not necessary. A minute after he had hauled himself out there was another scream and Kiwi Babe, further back in the convoy and oblivious of the obstacle, fell to the same fate! Bradley and Dylan tried doing some speed work across the open fields they must have well-padded shorts- and Dylan disappeared, coat tails flying. Geoff kept his head down doing some steady stamina work. Val kept us informed with tales of her house move and of mice tucked snugly away in plastic bags. Rob substituted whines of “are we there yet?” with “where’s the pub stop?” but the hares were oblivious and decided to save the best til last. Al demonstrated his excellent eyesight: he spotted 5 deer, I just saw the rapidly departing butt of one of them. Now, old dears, Alan reckoned they were easier to spot but I didn’t see any of those either. I felt in need of my lasso on occasions with cows circling around us and another bunch facing us off across the track. Trusty steeds were spotted several times and seemed pretty excited by our exploits, pricking up their ears and prancing off around the paddocks. Ness gave Fishy a chance to keep up his reputation by replacing her speared tyre. John tried to thwart him by preferring samples of never-seen-before valves from their round the world trips, but our hero was not to be undone and sacrificed one of his own inner tubes. The lesser mortals amongst us used the time to scoff goodies or attack other parts of our bikes with pointy sticks in an attempt to clear the mud. Back at the pub all seemed well satisfied with the food and drink. Nick made good use of the sofas and took in a few zzzz’s. Most of us escaped as the FA cup final began but Shaggy was joined by Rich and Sarah to cheer on Liverpool amongst a den of West Ham supporters. Wonder if they got out okÉ? Many thanks to Caroline and Al for a very enjoyable ride. The geese skimming over the water on our On Inn summed it up for us: a honking good time! Write up by Lynne.


Date, Ride Venue:	June 3rd. Tredegar Arms, Bassaleg, Newport

Outrider(s):	Postman Splatt

Distance:	Approx. 19.6 miles. Height Gain 2,389 feet, High Point 842ft (or the beer stop!)

Cranks:	Postie, Horace, Alan, Terry, Pete, Bale Out, Fraser and Dawn

As promised the sun shone from start to finish we all slapped on the sun block. Bale Out arrive with a big grin and a new Scott bike having gone into the bike shop for new brake pads!! (A good salesman in Leisurelakes for sure). Fraser’s friend Dawn joined us and made apologies in advance for her slow progress (This was a cunning plan we felt, as she proved was well able to keep up with the Cranks on her admittedly heavy bike and borrowed shorts!) We left Bassaleg on quite lanes allowing us to catch up on chat with each other. The hills were hardly noticed by some, and soon the views were breathtaking. Postie pointed out some of the interesting scenes to us including one of only two transporter bridges in the UK. Along the top of the ridge overlooking the bay we rode with the smell of bluebells in our nostrils. We climbed a private road to a converted hospital that was just fantastic, with super houses, set tastefully in its’ grounds. Asked if Bale out had designed them he replied that he would have packed in several hundred more in that space! We behaved suitably until out of the estate and back onto bridleway. A climb took us into Mabley woods. Some serious downhill bits were enjoyed by all. Until at the bottom of a nice flowing bit Alan came unseated when his bike caught a rut. No sympathy from us lot until we realised he was a very strange colour and not getting up. Pete gave a cold compress and Terry gave limited TLC. Ten minutes later we were off again with the promise of a beer stop sometime soon. We stopped at a very nice pub in Draethan with a Welsh name that only Postie could pronounce and enjoyed cool drinks in the sun. Red-light joined us for a drink after suffering a tutorial all morning. All too soon we were back on the quiet lanes for the rest of the ride. (Another 6.5 miles) Postie proffered a map with a shortcut back on Inn, but us toughies declined and stuck together to the end. Postie had recced this ride well and all the climbing was on lanes or fire trails. Soon we were descending into woods with the pungent smell of wild garlic It was when Pete fell into it. There was a very hairy descent on shingle/gravel that made me squeal as I couldn’t break and had to go at it flat out and prey for a safe end - luckily we all survived. Thanks for a great ride Postie, and wonderful weather. We hope that Dawn will join us again we don’t get much faster than this so you’re sure to keep up.


Date, Ride Venue:	June 6.6.6. Fostons Ash Pub.

Outrider(s):	Scrately

Distance:	-

Cranks:	Alan, Terry, Maddog, Fishy, Bale Out, Rob, Lynne, Garry, Sam, Gerty and Jonquil went for a pleasant amble through the woods.

We set off towards Climperwell then to Cauldle Green, up to Elkstone, Brimpsfield, up though Buckholt woods back to the pub for well-earned drinks.


Date, Ride Venue:	June 10th. Skyline in Wales

Outrider(s):	Kiwi babe

Distance:	Approx. 48km

Cranks:	Alan, Terry, Fishy, Ruth, Fraser and Horace.

I was wrong, it wasn’t 38km but 48, so a real challenge in the heat of the sun. The centre was quite busy, we though that most blokes would be watching footie today. But what was this? There were lots of girls dressed in their full body armour. A distraction for our guys for sure. We started off with coffee and bacon butties, just in case anyone else arrived. Horace suggested a quick warm up ride along the flat first, as there is a long single-track climb to start with. Half an hours climbing and some of us doubted the wisdom of the ride. But a breather and water on board and we were off again. Luckily most of the climbing was done under the shade of trees a blessing. We were rewarded with breathtaking views and some fantastic super single-track. I got a bit too carried away and took a ground inspection result some impressive bruises. Everyone else remained unscathed. Ruth completed the rock staircase no problem. J At the top of the highest point we met some of Horace’s rough, tough mates looking a bit hot and sticky, we felt a little sorry for them with all their body armour on. However it transpired they had got a lift up in a truck. And they only just caught up with me at the very bottom!! (I was last at this point) Fishy sustained two broken spokes so decline the challenge of ‘Whites Level’ afterwards. Beers were quickly purchased before the bar closed and blessed showers enjoyed. Birthday cakes, crisps, wine and OJ were produced and scoffed hungrily. A great birthday treat for me and a ride enjoyed by all Thanks for coming along.


Date, Ride Venue:	June 13th. The Swan, Tytherington

Outrider(s):	Fishy

Distance:	-

Cranks:	Fishy, Alan, Terry, Rob, Lynne, Soraya, Rodders, Garry, Max and Jon.

A cooler evening than of late must have tempted the hardy Cranks out either that or we just knew Fishy would lead a great ride. A new rider, Max from Bristol joined us a little concerned as to what she had let herself in for. What’s this we thought as Rodders brought forth a tandem, who on earth would be mad enough to ride pillion with him? Well no surprise really was it! Soraya was game for a first with the Cranks. Some steering practice in the car-park assured Soraya that it was maybe safe. So off we went, uphill as usual to start with. Some very wide turning circles were required by the duo, and so we gave them plenty of room. Soraya soon got a bit cocky and went no hands and was geeing Rodders on by his backpack straps. All was going smoothly until an off-road puddle dragged the back wheel away and both were left floundering, but laughing in the mud. Lynne managed to get even muddier than these two without falling off goodness knows how. Our noisy crowd overtook a young fellow minding his own business on his bike. I shouted “you can join us if you like” and he did! A fit chap, younger than all us lot and up for a ride so Jon joined us on his dad’s old bike. Along lanes, bridleways and up and down hills we went, and still Jon kept up with us. We introduced him and Max to the delights of Jelly Babies. An alternative route was given for the tandem and Max, the rest of us were soon upon a deep ford and the timid (me included well I had seen it before!) went round. Needless to say Fishy and Rob went straight through the ford. Lynn, conscious of her muddy appearance, got halfway across and decided a wash down was in order. The water was well over her knees. Good on you Lynne. Just after this a low metal fence caught out the unwary trying to jump it on their bikes. Garry was the first faller, and there were several refusals, we later realised that the weight of the front wheel was unlatching the gate and causing it to swing open. So a technical fault Garry, not your riding! We met up with the others and then continued back to Tytherington for a drinks, food and general natter about things biking. Welcome to Max, who despite her reservations, kept up well and remained surprisingly clean and smart in a white top. We hope to see Max and Jon again when you can make it. Thanks Dave for a well thought out ride, loads of fun cheers.


Date, Ride Venue:	June 17th. The King's Head at France Lynch.

Outrider(s):	Valerie, Summer Pub Crawl

Distance:	-

Cranks:	Valerie, Alan, Terry, Bale Out, Ali, Shaggy, Ness, Nick and newcomer Karen

A swift stubby each and a hotdog to line the stomach and we were off. Up the lane heading for Bournes Green we went, quickly losing most of the riders, so back we went. Sneaky this lot, they had nipped down a footpath that soon became a great descent on a bridleway into the woods to the valley bottom. We followed the disused canal, ducking under the low branches, and all appreciating the cool air. We headed west towards Chalford and cut across the canal at the bottom of Cowcombe Hill and headed east ‘til we crossed again at the disused lock. From here we climbed up into Frampton Mansell for our first pub stop at the White Hart. It was warm and balmy outside in the sun with beautiful views across the valley. Presently Val called the “on-on”, and we were off towards and then through, Lord Bathurst’s Estate. Bridle ways they were and we were allowed on them - even though sniffy signs said No Cycles. Well we don’t take that, but Karen was a little nervous as she exercises her horses around about here! Very soon we descended to the Bell at Sapperton for another cooling drink, loafing about on the lawn. “At last” came the cry, a stretch of downhill, and we were quickly back at the canal-side at Daneway. Not a pub stop here, as we were keen to get back in time for the live music, so wistful backward glances from the guys, and on we went. A stiff climb out of Siccaridge Wood saw Karen receiving a grateful helping hand from Alan and Bale Out falling on top on Nick. At Far Oakridge we got our breath back and rode as a pack to the next pub at Oakridge, which was extremely quiet. We could hear the music in the next village so made quick progress back to Val’s to dump the bikes. We then headed down to The King’s head for a few more drinks, dancing on the tables and general merriment to the ‘Secret Police’ an exceptionally good tribute band. Sometime around midnight Nick decided to put his culinary skills to the test and produced a very good Chilli con carne. He did apologise to Valerie for using pretty well everything available in the kitchen but it was well worth it and went down very well indeed. Valerie led a very enjoyable ride, with some stunning views and some testing downhill and climbs. Well done Valerie. And thank you for your very kind hospitalities.


Date, Ride Venue:	June 20th. Salutation PH at Ham nr Berkeley.

Outrider(s):	Garry

Distance:	Approx. 19 miles.

Cranks:	Garry, Fishy, Alan, Terry, Soraya, Rob, Lynne, Valerie, Rodders, Karen and Maxine

“A gentle, flat ride all on country lanes”. A blissfully cooler evening than of late and the tandem made another appearance this time with no pillion rider. Rodders eventually cajoled Lynne into providing the rear wheel drive. So off we set for Bevington then through to Hill, from here we were soon at Rockhmpton and then on to Stone. We crossed the A38 with care, Lynn declining the ride across, and who can blame her? From stone we headed into the woods at Damery passing alongside a scenic stream. Somewhere about here Rodders and Rob swapped over and the tandem really flew along. Rob was getting a bit above his station, so Lynne put her feet up for a climb just to show how much work she was putting into the joint effort. We thought it was all over as we reached the roundabout near Berkeley, but no! More was in store. Max and Soraya nipped back for an early finish. The rest of us went to enjoy a few miles off-road. This slowed Alan down quite considerably as he was on my road bike and was cocky for the whole ride zooming along freewheeling past us all. So now he had juddered hands, arms and bum, and other bits too I suspect! Rob and Lynne had some trials on the off-road but completed without mishap. A great ride Garry, and we all kept up too, Thanks.


Date, Ride Venue:	June 24th. White Hart at Littleton on Severn.

Outrider(s):	Maddog

Distance:	Approx. 24 miles.

Cranks:	Maddog, Jonquil, Alan, Terry, Fishy, Ruth, Geoff, Pete, Soraya, Valerie, Red light, Postie, Rodders and Maxine.

All the bashers welcomed the return of JQ to the Cranks. The tandem with JQ on the back set a new slick trail-laying method with JQ marking the on at each junction. As it was difficult for the duo to get going once stopped, this was a fairly non-stop ride. (Well compared with the usual rides see earlier when walkers caught us up!!). We left Littleton on Severn and made our way along Stock Hill past Titters Hill to Kington. Mumbley’s Lane to the B4461 past a vineyard. Soon we were skimming along to Tockington, then Olveston and soon in Ingst, all beautiful villages with some very exclusive houses. Just a shame the locals seemed to plaster protesting posters on every available tree and telegraph pole. NIMBY’s in the area! We headed westward and enjoyed great views of the two Seven Bridges. Excitement was growing, were we? Weren’t we crossing the Severn Bridge? We stopped at the first of the two pub stops and enjoyed drinks all round. Bikes were fettled and fixed, and sun cream applied. Off once more towards the river and Severn Beach, it certainly smelt enticingly like the sea, although looked more disappointingly like mudflats. No problem we flew along the sidewalk, with Fishy riding the steep walls up amongst the flotsam and jetsam for some distance. JQ and MD had a bit of a moment when MD took the tandem through a narrow gate to find a curb the other side. No problems then stayed in tact. Leaving the riverside Valerie asked if we were in Wales yet? Yes we said and joined Postie and Red Light in their accent. Soon in Aust we soaked up the sunshine at the second pub stop. More fettling took place, this time with Valerie’s bike. @ Fishy was sent (unbeknown to us) to see if the bridge was open to bikes. Excitement grew, and yes we did ride over the bridge. The structure is fantastic up close the cable’s size has to be seen to be believed. Fishy up to his old tricks, biked up and down the sloping edges MAD! We nearly picked up a hitch-hiker on roller blades who made hard work of the ups and made the downhill look scary. We reached Wales and dipped down under the M48 to return back to England. The views were outstanding, and just a few of us fancied the climb to the top for better views, but alas not this time. A regroup after the crossing and then up Red Hill towards Elberton and then north back to Littleton Upon Severn for well-earned drinks. Chests were bared (well just the chaps!) and a cherry tree climbed by Geoff who threw down some ripe ones for me. A contented group lounged about enjoying the satisfaction of a great ride well led. Thanks Maddog another brilliant ride and thanks JQ for marking the trail en route.


Date, Ride Venue:	June 27th. The Bell at Frampton on Severn.

Outrider(s):	Fishy

Distance:	Approx. 18 miles.

Cranks:	Fishy, Alan, Terry, Rob, Lynne, Soraya, Garry, Ali, Mike, Rodders, Maxine, Tom

A beautiful, balmy evening for this gentle road ride. We said hello to the resident piglets, kids, baby bunnies and lambs at the pub before we set off. Heading north for Saul and passing the Ship Inn, we then headed for Upper Familode and the Severns’ banks which we followed until we reached the Anchor Inn. Tuning away from the river we were soon at Longney, where we circled Monk’s Hill via quiet lanes passing through Elmore and back to Longney. From here we retraced our route until there was a cry from Soraya that her bike was crook. A little tinkering and the removal of a chain-guard saw the pack reunited and on our way again. With the deadline for food fast approaching and an empty stomach, Dave forgot his plan to play in the gravel pits and we headed back for food and drinks. MD and JQ joined us for a drink, and we were pleased to hear that JQ had no ill effects from Saturday’s ride.


Date, Ride Venue:	July 1st. Cleeve Hill Golf Clubhouse.

Outrider(s):	Pete Butler

Distance:	Approx. 21 miles.

Cranks:	Scrately, Garry, Ruth, Rob, BaleOut, Ali, Mona Lisa, Mr K, Fishy

Phew, what a scorcher. Pete picked one of the hottest and busiest days of the year for this ride. We had to battle again a constant stream of walkers doing the Malvern Challenge just to reach the car park, having reached the car park it was a struggle for the last to arrive to find a parking place. Just after we set off across the common, Baleout lived up to his name and provided us with the first fall of the day (Not used to that new bike?). This was followed a couple of miles later by Ali when she got stuck in a rut and took a tumble. The route headed through Wardens wood and then up the hill to Roel Gate, where we stopped for a while to get our breath back, watch the paragliders being winched up and to get eaten by horse flies. We then went on a loop along Campden Lane to Lynes Barn, around the edge of Guiting wood and back to Roel Gate for the horse flies to have a 2nd course. After passing Chalton Abbotts we stopped off at a fantastic location for an appreciated picnic of beer, soft drinks, iced doughnuts, cookies, cakes etc. I’m sure we could have stayed there the rest of the afternoon but we had to get on back for the footy. The last part of the ride took us passed Corndean Hall and Postlip Hall then back onto the Common to battle our way through the walkers back to the Golf Club for a welcome drink. There was a third faller, but as I can’t remember who it was. (Hard luck Garry, Alan remembered you falling attempting a technical goat track!) Thanks Pete for another great ride (approx 21 miles) and picnic.


Date, Ride Venue:	July 4th. Foston’s Ash Pub.

Outrider(s):	Scrately

Distance:	Approx. 10 miles.

Cranks:	Alan, Terry, Fishy, Maddog, Bale Out, Ali, Soraya, Rob, Lynne, Maxine, Rodders and Bradley.

All assembled for the off, nearly on time too! Straight into the narrow strip of wood opposite the pub, and this time Soraya does get a mention for her fall - a couple of hundred metres from the pub. (Last time it was on the way into the pub! Getting better girl!!) Soon Max had her first taste of the great and wonderful world of off-road. The pack was rearing to go and full of enthusiasm and the re-groups allowed us to get our breath back. Max was doing really well, but eventually enough was enough as the going got more sever for a first timer. Rodders took Max back into the tamer parts of the wood for some coaching and practice sessions. Despite the dry spell the undergrowth was very tight in places and most of us have the scratches today to prove it. Up and down the dippies we went, getting ever braver with each challenge. Lynne and Ali did brilliantly for their first major single track blasts. Glad you both enjoyed it; I can see you will be pushing me hard soon! The mad guys had broad grins for the entire evening.J With the exception of Maddog who broke his chain twice and shortcut back to the pub. Soraya was a little worse for wear so I joined her on the road section back to the pub.


Date, Ride Venue:	July 18th. Greyhound Inn, Eldersfield.

Outrider(s):	Scrately

Distance:	-

Cranks:	Scrately, Kiwi Babe, Fishy, Hotlips, Karen, Rodders, Mad Max and Robbo.

A re-run of the coldest ride this year on the hottest evening yet this year. Alan and I hid away hoping no one else was daft enough to turn up but a good turnout encouraged us to unload the bikes and proceed. Fishy relying on SatNav got near the pub, but not quite to the start so we left a map for him to catch us up. A very gentle pace took us north along Lime Street through Eldersfield and then onto Pendock, from here over the M5 to Whites End and onto Berrow, over the A38 and into Birtsmorton. The heat was on but we regrouped under trees for drinks and a cool-down before continuing to Lower Swell Farm south of Longdon. From here we were on the only bridleway with stunning views of the sun over the Malvern Hills. The dry atmosphere reminded some of Cyprus, the going was easy and soon we were watching pygmy goats devouring leaves from trees. We continued along the A38 and turned off for Forthampton. Max was tiring rapidly and could not understand why; Rodders proffered an energy bar for sustenance. Fishy, mindful of the last orders for food at 9.00, took orders from the hungry and set off for the pub to place orders. The rest of us ambled along to Corse Lawn and then returned via Linkend, stopping to watch the sun set over the golden wheat field - Ah!! Back to the pub and the food order was in time and enjoyed by all, especially Max who had been fantasising about Egg, Beans and Chips and delighted that Dave had managed to secure this supper for her. Max’s exhaustion was explained when Rodders discovered the front brake had be fouling the front wheel for the entire ride!! So no lass - you’re not just getting old like the rest of us!


Date, Ride Venue:	July 25th. The King's Head at France Lynch.

Outrider(s):	Hotlips

Distance:	-

Cranks:	Hotlips, Fishy, Alan, Terry, Rodders, Ruth, Shaggy, Ness, Bale Out, Ali, Max and Karen

Another chance for those who missed this brilliant ride and for those who enjoyed it to do it all over again - the riders enjoyed this ride all over again. Thanks Valerie.


Date, Ride Venue:	July 29th. Royal Oak, Andoversford.

Outrider(s):	Scratley, Kiwi Babe and Fishy

Distance:	-

Cranks:	Scratley, Terry, Fishy, Bale Out, Ali, Ruth, Geoff and Fraser

No Writeup forthcoming so will do the ride again.


Date, Ride Venue:	August 1st. Rose and Crown Nympsfield.

Outrider(s):	Fishy

Distance:	-

Cranks:	Fishy, Alan, Terry, Bradley and Garry

As only what Dave considered “Quick” (or gullible!) riders turned up, he led us at a merciless pace over some steep up-hills and very tricky down sections. After an innocuous enough start down through the beautiful Woodchester Park we went on to Woodchester, then uphill to Rodborough, and then downhill and back up again to Amberley. From here we took the W’s down to Nailsworth and then uphill once again to Shortwood past the football ground. A further climb took us across some spectacular scenery and back to Nympsfield where a well-earned drink was enjoyed. Thanks Dave for the training run. J Cheers.


Date, Ride Venue:	August 5th. Riverstone House, Colesbourne.

Outrider(s):	Bale Out

Distance:	-

Cranks:	Bale Out, Ali, Fishy, Terry, Alan, Rob, Lynne, Al Grey’un, Caroline, Yob, Louise, Valerie, Karen, Shaggy, Ness Binliner, Lin, Rodders, Dr. Dolittle, Pat, Maxine, Maggie, Eddie, Bradley, Barr, Ewan, Trudy and Plodders.

What a turnout, must be high summer (Or the promise of food and drink at the end) what a fickle lot we are! Once assembled the group set off along the lanes and were soon peddling hard uphill. At the top Bale Out gave us our first option: - either a rough track downhill and the same climb again or continue onwards slowly until the other caught up again. Fair play a good few took the down and up again option. The pace was steady, with so many new people joining us we had a lot of introductions and stories to swap on the way. Up hill and down dale we went biking as a pack very well for a good 12 or 13 miles until we passed by the Colesbourne pub. Bale Out stated that this would be the On-Inn, and so a pub stop was thwarted. Not to be left thirsty several riders stopped at the nearby garage for a top-up. On leaving the garage they followed Fishy down the wrong track. Not catching us up most turned back and said, “Bugger it - we’re going down the pub” and so they did. Fishy led Lynne on a quiet ride just the two of them - until Rob caught them up and suggested an early exit to Lynne who then went back to the pub too. The rest of us continued up even more hills and down some really good downhill bits. Hunger and thirst, together with that satisfying worn out feeling started to set in. But low and behold we then found the rest of the gang guzzling beer, and by the noise not just the one! So reunited we spent a good hour mellowing out and putting the world to rights. Back then to Bale outs’ for one of the scummiest Barbeques ever, with wine and beer flowing freely. Thanks Ali and Dave for a great ride (record-breaking turnout!) and for your kind generosity. Testament to the fitness several of us rode home in the dark, and even better quite a few rode up too!


Date, Ride Venue:	August 19th. Tredegar Taff Bash for Softies.

Outrider(s):	Horace (HOBO)

Distance:	-

Cranks:	Horace, Orville, Postie, Red Light, Fanny Belt, Fishy, Alan, Terry Maddog, Soraya, Max, Pete and the Geman guy staying at HOBO’s. Apologies to anyone I’ve forgotten...

No ride for softies was this, N.B. Horace was being ironic! The group set off uphill following Nash Bash flour markings. Postie convinced me knew the way “‘cause it was this way last time” took me uphill for a couple of miles just to retrace our tracks nearly back to the start. The trail was brilliantly marked and we circled round several reservoirs, doubling back at many different turns. Max was nervous on this her first mainly stony ride. We tried to assure her that after her first fall she would be okay about stones to no avail alas. We eventually had a pub stop at a pub called Bridgend, where we enjoyed a snack and drinks all round. Finally we had to leave and we eventually ended up walking through a disused train tunnel. Alan rode it all, but we only have his word for it as nobody could see. Boy was it long and completely dark. Maddog and Fishy had rear lights that the rest of us followed; the odd high-pitched nervous laugh was heard. Adjoining the tunnel there was a disused water chute that Horace suggested some of us may like to try out. Fishy and Alan looked but declined this challenge. Apparently Horace laid a hash this way and most did do the chute. Hashers madder than Bashers?? From here on the going was a little easier and after several miles we were in another pub called Bridgend enjoying yet more drinks. As time was getting on and MD had a party to go to back home the majority decided to take the very welcome lift back to the start with Bo and Horace in their cars. A very well marked trail Horace you did brilliantly. I think this may be a record for the longest ever laid trail. Thanks from all of us. Pete, Fishy, Alan and I decided to ride back re-tracing the route back through the tunnel, and then over the downs back once again to Tredegar. We hoped to join Horace and some others in the pub after a shower but it transpired that Horace fell asleep in the evening and that was it for him, so Bo joined us down the pub.


Date, Ride Venue:	August 19th. Tredegar Taff Bash for Softies.

Outrider(s):	Horace (HOBO)

Distance:	-

Cranks:	Horace, Orville, Postie, Red Light, Fanny Belt, Fishy, Alan, Terry Maddog, Soraya, Max, Pete and the Geman guy staying at HOBO’s. Apologies to anyone I’ve forgotten...

No ride for softies was this, N.B. Horace was being ironic! The group set off uphill following Nash Bash flour markings. Postie convinced me knew the way “‘cause it was this way last time” took me uphill for a couple of miles just to retrace our tracks nearly back to the start. The trail was brilliantly marked and we circled round several reservoirs, doubling back at many different turns. Max was nervous on this her first mainly stony ride. We tried to assure her that after her first fall she would be okay about stones to no avail alas. We eventually had a pub stop at a pub called Bridgend, where we enjoyed a snack and drinks all round. Finally we had to leave and we eventually ended up walking through a disused train tunnel. Alan rode it all, but we only have his word for it as nobody could see. Boy was it long and completely dark. Maddog and Fishy had rear lights that the rest of us followed; the odd high-pitched nervous laugh was heard. Adjoining the tunnel there was a disused water chute that Horace suggested some of us may like to try out. Fishy and Alan looked but declined this challenge. Apparently Horace laid a hash this way and most did do the chute. Hashers madder than Bashers?? From here on the going was a little easier and after several miles we were in another pub called Bridgend enjoying yet more drinks. As time was getting on and MD had a party to go to back home the majority decided to take the very welcome lift back to the start with Bo and Horace in their cars. A very well marked trail Horace you did brilliantly. I think this may be a record for the longest ever laid trail. Thanks from all of us. Pete, Fishy, Alan and I decided to ride back re-tracing the route back through the tunnel, and then over the downs back once again to Tredegar. We hoped to join Horace and some others in the pub after a shower but it transpired that Horace fell asleep in the evening and that was it for him, so Bo joined us down the pub.


Date, Ride Venue:	Sept 2nd. The Yew Tree Inn Clifford’s Mesne.

Outrider(s):	Lynne & Rob

Distance:	Approx. 16.25 miles.

Cranks:	Lynne, Rob, Fishy, Scrately, Kiwi Babe, Maddog, JQ, Mr Kipling, Ms Battenburg, Plodders, Wingnut and Eddie Ormond.

A great turnout as the weather forecast was dire. A warm-up loop took us uphill and round for _ hour by then the drizzle had stopped and we were back at the car. A puncture had to be fixed so most of us took off our waterproofs and lightened the load for the promised hills. Once again up hill but this time a treat awaited us near the top of May Hill. Coffee served and doughnuts on a silver salver. Class! From here we followed the bash markings to the top of the very wind-swept hill. The views were somewhat shrouded in mist, but we imagined they were good. Lynne and Rob laid a great trail, with hard and easy alternative downhill routes on two occasions. Not too many took the easy route it has to be said. Good on you all. Punctures abounded with Maddog taking the biscuit with a snakebite and another puncture. Lynne and plodders also suffered the same fate. We saw some very majestic highland cattle complete with large bar-ends and ginger fringes. For the scavenging amongst us (well me) the booty was great this week with fresh plums, damsons, apples and blackberries for the taking. Yum. With the wind in our faces we set off downhill to Box Bush where we checked for any markings. Maddog suggested that if it were a smaller village it could be call Brazilian Bush! We milled about for a while not willing to admit we had taken a wrong check, but eventually we had to call the hares to find out what was amiss. Rob was fixing Lynne’s puncture (or the other way around we don’t know). Yes, we had missed a turning, so On-Back uphill. Fishy who had been off exploring came back in a hurry when a tree blew over into the road just missing him. Luckily no harm done. So with a little help here and there the pack rode back uphill towards the missing arrow. The unexpected heat was getting to some of us it was truly muggy as well as muddy in some places. A welcomed pub stop was enjoyed at The Glasshouse pub, Lynne shared her well-earned glass of port. Back on the bikes we passed two beautiful donkeys resplendent with crosses languished in a field. Starting down off Huntley Hill the going was interesting, and towards the bottom very near impossible. Just The Fish and Scrat rode the mud plugs unscathed, Rob and Maddog did synchronised falls one either side of the track. We completed the ride while Lynne nipping back to ensure the landlord would still serve us. The food at The Yew Tree was very good, and if it hadn’t been for the vegetarians beating us to it then there may have been veggies to go around. But that was a small price to pay anyway most of us had eaten too much fruit by then. A brilliant, well thought out first Bash, Lynne and Rob, you did the Cranks proud. Thanks very much indeed. Cheers. 16.25 miles and loads of smiles.


Date, Ride Venue:	Sept 5th. Halfway Inn.

Outrider(s):	Fishy

Distance:	Approx. 16.25 miles.

Cranks:	Riders Fishy, Terry, Alan, Shaggy, Ness, (new) Alan, and Alex (Long and Hard)

A warm late summer’s evening, and the assembled were led up Box Lane and over Minchinhampton Common and through the village. Departing Minch along Woefuldane Bottom and turned off for Crackstone. From here we were on the first off-road tracks enjoying the last rays of light. We passed the Devil’s Churchyard without noticing, and joined the lanes once again. A speedy pace was kept up throughout the road sections as we headed towards Sapperton. Just before we reached the village we turned south along a rutted, overgrown bridleway. (I’m sure Del Boy had been along here in his Robin!) For about 3km we were dodging ruts and brambles, so when the opportunity to detour back onto lanes was presented Dave allowed us to. It was here that we found out that new rider Alan, had not ridden off road before, let alone in the dark! Well done mate it’s taken us lot years to get this bad!! The road route was a little further but we didn’t care. Owls hooted and the air was warm and clear. From Rodmarton the trail led us to Windmill Tump and on to Yewtree Plantation. Here we headed NW to Cherington, along the lane past Hampton Fields crossing the Avening Road and retracing our route out back via Minch back to Box. A drink of two were enjoyed at the very stylish Halfway Inn, before we departed tired but having had a very good first dark Cranks ride this Autumn. Well done new rider Alan, I hope you join us again. Thanks Fishy for a great ride The lip is healing up quite well!


Date, Ride Venue:	Sept 9th - 10th. Gower Weekend Scurlage Gower.

Outrider(s):	Orville, Postie Splatt & Luv Machine

Distance:	Approx. 16.25 miles.

Cranks:	Postie, Red Light, Love Machine, Orville, Fanny Belt, Period Pain, Horace, Maddog, JQ, Terry, Alan, Fishy, Bale Out, Rodders, Martini, Hotlips, Garry, Jason, Pete, Mudguard, Metrognome, Knead, Keith, Maxine, Fraser, Dawn, Charlie, Rising Damp, Plodders and Pick up. (Hope I’ve not forgotten anyone.) Non-riders: - Playgirl, Karen and Piper (The bestest spotty dog in the Gower) enjoyed lovely walks on the beaches and Piper slept well in a tent.

Saturday: A veritable hot day awaited us and the excitement grew. We started the day with a quick nip down to the farm for a very hearty breakfast. We returned to the RFC for final joining instructions and map from the SAGA crew. Chomping at the bit and all bikes now in a road-worthy state thanks mainly to Fishy; we were off. The roads were narrow and busy in the main but the off-road was delightful, with loose gravely downhills, rocky ascents and undulating grassy downhills that were deceptive in trapping the unwary. Orville was the first faller being unseated on such a downhill. Luckily for him his tummy took the brunt of the fall and just two grazed knees were sustained. Cows on tracks became a feature of this ride and they unnerved some of the riders, and the resulting slippery going tested the best of us. Between us we had so many punctures that the first pub had shut up shop so we continued onwards and upwards. The second pub was very accommodating and served very good food. A special treat was in store for Maddog when a hummingbird hawk moth was spotted. From here we made our way to Rhossili beach where Alan, Fishy and Garry left us for the high ground. The rest of us followed the contours above the beach, some nerves were tested as some didn’t like the cows and some disliked the drop on the right-hand side. The views were outstanding and far-reaching to Worms Head. I waited to see everyone safely through a muddy patch only later to fall elbow-deep into the worst mud-bath ever. Bog monster! The next pub stop was only a short dash away, and I scrubbed up fairly well. We lingered over several drinks not wanting to leave the pub with what must be the best views in all of Wales. So we had another, and yet another drink. Then as time was getting on, and my gloves had long since dried, we reluctantly set off for the campsite. A fantastic ride, thanks to all the SAGA team for all the hard work put into the day. A very pleasant evening was enjoyed with very good food at the RFC, unfortunately the club were not warned about hashers/bashers and the drinks were limited!! Note - take a barrel (or two) next time. Sunday: Off to the farm for breakfast for most of us. Fishy escaped with Postie for a model gliding session first thing. Alan did a good job of sorting bikes out for the gang, sadly mine needs more than a tinker to sort out the creaking, so ‘Billy No Mates’ again today for me. Maddogs’ bike was unusable so Rodders offered to lend his and he would commandeer Soraya for pillion on the tandem. Off we set in the heat, bottles full of water and energy bars at the ready. Again some brilliant riding, together with Jelly Baby stops and punctures galore. The mother of all thorns was Fanny Belt’s - it was at least 4cm long. We took the pace steady and arrived at the pub ready for a snack. Just as we were about to leave JQ’s tyre started to go down must just have been in sympathy. From here the party split up as some had to get home earlier than the rest. Therefore a direct route by road for some, and others took the longer route. Fishy, Alan and I extended the route up and over some hills and then went back along yesterday’s route by Rhossili back on-in. On our return we found all our friends had departed, the clubhouse locked and a cold hosepipe for a shower. A fantastic weekend away, thank to all who helped out on the day and behind the scene. A great taster of things to come for the next Nash Bash.


Date, Ride Venue:	Sept 16th. Dockers Club, Sharpness.

Outrider(s):	Garry and Rodders

Distance:	Approx. 25 miles.

Cranks:	Garry, Rodders, Maddog, JQ, Terry, Scratley, Fishy, Ruth, Geoff, Soraya, Mr Kipling, Sue, Ness, Al, Caroline, Max, Valerie, Karen, Plodders and Alan

The weather forecast was for sun and fine, but although it warmed up somewhat the sun never broke through. We set off in a northerly direction along the canal towpath. A cracking pace was set by MD and Scrat with the rest of us in hot pursuit. Regroups happened at the bridges as most of them were closed for boats. Rodders’ Lidle’s deformed jelly babies were laughed at but no one refused and they were eaten with gusto. Continuing along the canal-side we saw a family of swans with 5 or 6 signets drifted lazily by. Two heron took flight above us. We left the canal at Splatts Bridge and headed for Frampton on Severn, taking in some off-road tracks. We had a regroup, for a replay of Maddog’s belly flop into a deep puddle, but he was unwilling to recreate the scene. And who can blame him? - The gravel bank was sheer this time. Soraya was taking a phone call and was so engrossed that she fell into the ditch whilst mounting her bike. She emerged still chatting away, now covered in sticky burrs. Alan got his timing spot-on bunny hopping into a deep puddle and drenched me! Short rations my lad! We then left Frampton along lanes to Whitminster. We joined the A38 briefly before turning back towards the Anchor Inn at Epney. A snack and drinks were enjoyed here, while Fishy, true to reputation, fixed Sue’s bike amongst others. Half of the gang had to get back early so Garry led them off home never to be seen again. The rest of us followed moments later led by Rodders. We continued on quiet lanes to Saul. Lanes then took us to Rodder’s house where the proffered coffees and teas were enjoyed and those with energy to spare played on the trampoline. Revived, the remaining few made our way back to Sharpness to the cars. Fishy once again rode there and back. Total mileage 25 - about the longest Cranks ride but considering the height gain was something akin to the height of a bungalow we were not too worn out. Thanks Garry and Rodders for a fine ride.


Date, Ride Venue:	Sept 26th. Buthay Inn, High St. Wickwar.

Outrider(s):	Fishy

Distance:	Approx. 13.5 miles.

Cranks:	Fishy, Alan, Terry, Garry, Max and Plodders.

A beautiful day culminated with a fabulous sunset and we were out there enjoying it. J We set off from Wickwar for West End, then over the railway bridge waving madly at a southbound train. No response, miserable driver. Dave challenged us to get to the next bridge before the train we’re good, but not that good Dave. The North bound train gave us a hoot! Yes! Are we ever going to grow up? From the next rail bridge we took New Road then Limekiln Road and along Tanhouse Lane to cross Wickwar Road. From here we headed along Mapleridge Lane and turned into Lady’s Wood; by now darkness had truly descended and it was a bit unnerving with animals running alongside us unseen. We kept close and navigated the wood with no mishaps. The going was smooth other than the crunching of nut shells under wheels. Leaving the woods we took Vinney Lane uphill to Horton. We stopped to regaining our breath and eat Jelly Babies, after which we were ready for the off. Turning north we soon found ourselves in Hawksbury, from here on to Hawksbury Common and on to Orange End. (How do places get names like this? But it would be a good place for Borange). Crossing Inglestone Common, we joined Chase Lane leading downhill back to the Wickwar and the pub. A lovely evening ride Fishy - well thought out for an introductory ride for newcomers to night rides off-road. We’ll all be back for more and I’m sure this would make a good daytime ride too - we could see where we’ve been.


Date, Ride Venue:	Oct 7th. Whiteshill, Standish woods and Haresfield Beacon, Edge Common.

Outrider(s):	Maddog

Distance:	-

Cranks:	-

It could not have been a finer day for this beautiful ride, which saw 17 Cranks members assemble in the village of Whiteshill to begin what was a pretty full-on day of punctures, repairs and some falls! Having been briefed by an effervescent Maddog, we followed flour trails up some pretty steep roads until we entered Standish Woods where the trail turned to purple poster paints and the combination of leaves and damp tree roots saw a few of us taking tumbles. I think the tally was three to Bailout, two to Sharon and a later graceful tumble along the Cotswold Way to Alison, close on Hotlips’ heels up some tortuous steep climb. Well manouvered out of SPD’s though! In Standish woods there was time for some ‘play’ as the committed took a long downhill with some impressive jumps and bumps. I think that Ali would have wanted a full-face helmet for this one! Mona’s bike had a ‘mind of its own’ as she let it go down the bank.. still didn’t damage it enough to justify a new bike. Better luck next time! It was ‘on on!’ borrowing the trail of the Cotswold way to Haresfield Beacon where we surrounded a hapless group of walkers and gazed at the views across to the Severn Estuary and the five Valleys of Stroud. Then back to some serious cow poos as Pebbles found a nail imbedded in her tyre. Ruth’s new Marin saw her through the uphills as we went back into the woods now on flour, and Maddog urged Postie and Red Light to try and turn a nasty right hand corner (which saw him make friends with the tree stump). Another tumble and more punctures ensued culminating in Maddog setting up a new derailleur and Jonquil getting another flat!! Sporting the new pump, Maddog announced to a credulous audience that it was ‘a better action pressing down than in the wanking position!!!!!!!!!!’ No wonder we needed fig rolls and a lengthy debate about the pros of Lidl bike wear versus Gore! Karen throughout the ride showed great determination and courage for her first, or was it second, offroad ride. In fact she was seen at one point pushing Maddog up a hill. After another scenic ride across Edge common then a bit of weaving between the trees the group were treated to a picnic from Maddog’s van at the Haresfield Beacon. Once all were satiated there was fast downhill, overtaking traffic even that naughty Geoff, back to Whiteshill and a welcome pint in the Star Inn. A great ride and thanks to Maddog and Pebbles.


Date, Ride Venue:	Oct 10th Tuesday 7.00pm night ride Whitminster,

Outrider(s):	Fishy

Distance:	-

Cranks:	Dave, Terry, Alan, Garry and Fraser.

A fast, furious bash along the bike track until a climb into the woods that was very soggy. A fine evening ride enjoyed by the few.


Date, Ride Venue:	Oct 21st. Brockweir Forest of Dean.

Outrider(s):	Ali and Mike

Distance:	-

Cranks:	Ali, Mike¸ Fishy, Alan, Terry, Maddog, Jonquil, Rodders, Mr Kipling, Ruth, Pete, Mona, Max, Yob, Lou, Fraser, Dawn, Plodders and Keith.

We eventually all assembled and were off by 11.30. We started steady on the road warming the legs for the inevitable climb. From near Tintern we climbed Catbrook Hill; so many of us were chatting we barely noticed the hill (and it was a good one). Still chatting we were welcomed at the top by cakes and coffee provided by Ali and Mike. From here on the views glimpsed through the breaks in the woods were outstanding. The going was muddy and wet in parts leading to some mischievous puddle jumping and general splashing around. The day was warm so no one minded and the joys of Autumn were with everyone I’ve not seen so many smiles. : ) Mona had a bit of a moment on some slippery boulders but overcame the challenges. The leading by Ali and Mike from the back was interesting with some discussions over which way to go on several occasions. Hunger was taking its toll and an extremely fast descent took us down to the River Wye bank where we compared muddy faces and even muddy teeth. Max, who has remained totally immaculate so far riding with us even had just a tiny splattering of very fetching speckles. The rest of us were plastered. Dawn looked particularly muddy on her face, and is thinking of asking Santa for Crud catchers for Christmas. Fishy’s new beard disappeared into an all-over red/brown face. Maximum speed I attained was 30.5mph I bet you guys beat that? Any offers? A swift ride along the disused railway took us to The Boat for drinks and sausage and chips. This pub must take the award for the very worst loo in Gloucestershire in fact anywhere really! Grim. Chips served (eventually) and consumed, we were off once again. Back along the riverside to Bigsweir where Fraser and Dawn left us for home. The rest of us crossed the bridge and followed the Offa’s Dyke Path. It started to rain and some of us stopped to put on waterproofs. Soon it became apparent to us at the back that the leaders had taken a wrong tuning uphill. Still it was raining so we called on-on and went on. The steep camber caught Plodders out and he and his bike elegantly slipped downhill for quite some distance. The others, when they did back-track led Lou along the same route with the same outcome. No injuries we hope. The pace picked up as the end was near. Back at Brockweir bridge the guys cleaned the bikes in the Wye; and why not? Cleaning ourselves took longer and after waiting for Mike to retrieve his car from the top of the hill a small group of us went to Tintern Parva station for coffee and cakes. A fitting end to a very enjoyable and fun ride. Thanks Mike and Ali, and Happy Birthday to Mike for 22nd and Happy Birthday to youngster Fraser for next Wednesday.


Date, Ride Venue:	Nov 4th. Ian House (Ride followed by bonfire & food).

Outrider(s):	Mr K & Ms Battenburg

Distance:	Approx. 23 miles.

Cranks:	Ian, Sue, Alan, Fishy, Ruth, Geoff, (and his mate), Maddog, Jonquil, Bale Out, Ali, Mono Lisa, Lou, Yob, Plodders, Ali, Mike, Max, Pete and Molly

I took Gerty for a stroll and then we just relaxed until the riders returned cold and hungry. Mr Kipling and Sue did us proud with a fabulous supper of hot stew with dumplings followed after the firework spectacular, by bread and butter pud. Cheese and biscuits filled spaces that were not really there. Thanks Ian and Sue for a truly grand afternoon and evening. And didn’t the youngsters do well?


Date, Ride Venue:	-

Outrider(s):	Scratley

Distance:	Approx. 13 miles.

Cranks: <