Rides
A round-up of articles published under 'Rides'.
Clear night
Last night was a rare thing. A dry, clear night with broken cloud cover which after the soul destroying past few weeks came as a welcome relief to all involved. It was a real pleasure to be out on semi dry trails with a carefully chosen route to avoid some of the notorious mud holes in the area.
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Ride report: Sunday 26 Oct
With Metcheck predicting rain it was perhaps no surprise that Sunday saw us getting wetter than a sackful of cod. It rained, persistently and without let up for most of the ride, providing hazardous riding conditions and testing our general resolve.
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Ride Report: Sunday 20th Oct
Bucking the trend of recent weeks I managed to join our ride (Dave, Rich, Jem, Jez, John, Lee and myself) yesterday for 23 miles of riding across Ranmore, White Downs, Box Hill and Mickleham. And there was I thinking I was just the person who talked about mountain biking rather than actually doing it!
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Riding the South Downs Way (SDW)
By the reference to nice weather you may guess that this was written much earlier in the year but has been gathering dust on my hard drive…
The South Downs Way is a 100 mile route from Winchester to Eastbourne and I finally got around to giving it a go. A mate and I chose to ride the route over two days, which seemed enough of a challenge without being stupid hard. How wrong we were.

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First ride off-road
Yesterday morning I took my first ride off-road after breaking my collarbone back in July — July 13th if we're counting, which I am! When I say off-road, that's a relative statement. Put it this way, it was only partially on tarmac which is 'A Good Thing'.
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Morning ride
I left the house at 6:25 this morning. All was quiet with just a couple of newspaperboys sharing the road and the odd car driven by an unlucky soul with an impractical commute ahead of them or an absolute need to be at work early.
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Wed 17th Night Ride
Usual place, usual time - Hylands Garage, Bookham @ 7:30pm.
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Raves, Rings and offs
Well it was a ride of two halves as the saying sort of goes. Regrettably it ended up involving 3 vehicles from the Ambulance service as well....
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Pitch and a Pint Night Ride
So this week’s ride did go ahead after all. Once again Lee joined us, this time for his first ever night outing. Four hardcore gnarly types (!) wouldn’t let the foul English summer weather put us off and Lee’s determination to ride came from having just invested in some Ay-Up led lights (great purchase btw and hopefully Lee will add a review soon).
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Bike Envy
OK, envy is probably the wrong word, more like admiration. On today's excellent ride (more on that later) we were joined by Lee on his second ride out with us.
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Pitch (Hill) Perfect
Summer's here!
And with all these long, warm evenings we've been making a semi-regular pilgrimage over to Pitch Hill, starting from the Peaslake Stores, heading off for some great evening rides and finishing off at the Hurtwood Inn for a sweet pint.
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On my knees
Perhaps in hindsight, heading off down a new piece of trail consisting of a combination of greasy mud and chalk, sharp flints, rooty ladders and little hops over fallen saplings, stretching out over a mile and a half of ribbon wide, looping singletrack that contoured beautifully down toward Juniper Bottom in the fading light, after a day of heavy rain was not the best idea of last night's ride.

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Group ride with Diary of a Mountain Biker
So Sunday as usual at Bockett's Farm? Well, kind of. It wasn't until reasonably late in the day that I realised we were meeting up with a whole bunch of riders from Diary of a Mountain Biker to show them round 'our' stretch of the North Downs.

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Thoughts on this weeks night ride
The Muddymoles night ride last night really seemed to put a line in the sand in many ways.
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Blind terror on the North Downs
What great weather we're currently enjoying for mountain biking. It's almost enough to make up for the terrible summer we had last year, with firm dry ground, clear skies and sparkling, frosted surroundings still covered in last autumn's fallen leaf cover.
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When to Brake
I realise the title implies that I might know something about this pastime, but it's more a case of process of elimination.
Matt and I were out on Sunday, pounding the trails on what now seems to be our 22 mile regular ride, when we tackled a short descent that we'd not done for maybe a couple of years. It's a chalky, stoney, steep little descent that had a 90° right hander just at the steepest bit, with the added fun of a rather large gully.
This is something that had kept us entertained one summer with notable efforts from our dear friend Simon who has been responsible for taking out a few saplings during a dismount on the way down.
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Reflections on the Trail
So for once I've managed to keep my leg over on a regular basis while others around me have fallen or refused at the first hurdle!
The trails are heading towards wintery and for me it can't happen soon enough. I hate this thin layer of mud that is currently sitting over the still hard base layer of soil or chalk. The leaves don't make it easy either, covering a multitude of hazards.
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Easy come, easy go
It's happened again.
I've been ambushed by the trail pixies who in the past have managed to separate me from my bike lights, last week caused me to unclip spectacularly painfully on the Land Rover descent and now have run off with my cycling glasses.
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And now the end is near…
Since buying my new On One frame I have planned to make my old 1999 Marin Nail Trail out for one last Valkarian ride, and then take it out behind the barn and quietly shoot it. Like most 'last things' this turned out to be more difficult than planned and as disappointing as these things always turn out to be (like the last doughnut before going on your diet, or the last shag with your girlfriend before she becomes your wife).
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Autumn perfection
Occassionally, everything comes together to make a cycle ride greater than you could have ever hoped.
Sunday was just such an experience. After weeks (months) of depression grey skies, Sunday was bright, crisp and blue and followed on from a couple of weeks of rain-free weather. The result just goes to show what we have missed out on all summer, tinder dry, dusty trails and an extra shot of enthusiasm from the riders.
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Voodoo Wanga and On-One Inbred go head to head
A beautiful day in early September gives Jem and I an opportunity to ride from Fetcham to Newlands Corner on our singlespeeds. It's Jem's first ride on his New Voodoo Wanga.
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I live in a strange world
If you're someone who likes to combine the delights of a hot summer sun with Mountain Biking fun, this year has not been the best. Ok, so the weather has rarely been bad enough to stop us going out but barring a biblical shower of frogs we've had just about every climatic condition possible. Coming straight after the dire drought predictions of early Spring, this Summer has been a disappointment to say the least.
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Summer lovin'
I don't like it.
After weeks and weeks of disgruntled moaning from the UK population in general (those that haven't just floated off into the sunset) and the Mountain Bike community in particular, something seems to be afoot.
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Washed out trails
Last night Dave, Nicola and myself headed out on a ride.
Just for a change, it was raining, although not much more than a light drizzle and in any case the weather was warm. Thankfully we're not in the same boat as most of Gloucestershire (it seems literally) so it's a bit churlish to complain but if we could just have a dry run from here to, say December I'd be very happy.
In fact, I keep telling anyone who will listen not to worry, at this rate we'll be sun-bathing on Christmas Day!
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A trip round Leith And Holmbury Hills
Sunday, and wonder of wonders, plenty of sun. Having decided a couple of weeks back to take a trip over to Leith Hill the fact the weather was fine was the icing on the cake.
Figuring it was best to make the most of it before The Flood returns, we started at Staveall car park and pointed our bikes down the Mother toward Holmbury Hill. What a wake up call! I haven't been down there for some time and had trouble just seeing where I was going as the heavy rains have washed loads of rubble and loose stones down the track, added to which my contact lenses were struggling to stay in contact with my eyeballs.
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Mountain Biking - there's always an alternative
Last night's ride proved that no matter how much you plan something, it doesn't always work out the way you hoped.
First of course there was the persistently poor weather to contend with, yet another wet ride in muddy conditions. Yay!
Then we had trouble all getting together. Dave discovered he was double booked and had to pull out during the day whilst Jem and Dave P were out Wednesday night instead. Hannah was unwisely sent to meet us in an obscure part of Leatherhead (don't ask!), so that left just Mark, Nicola and me to venture out into the wilds of the Surrey Hills.
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Whatever the weather
To paraphrase T.S. Eliot, June was the cruelest month, what with all the rain, wind and mud.
Yesterday was the third Sunday in a row when we got properly wet and muddy out on the trails (it may have been four, I can't remember the last time it was sunny) and the mid week rides have been pretty frustrating as well. Trails that were hard packed and dusty during April and May have turned into slick root-infested nightmares, making it hard to get into a decent flow.
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Bedgebury, three thoughts from an MTB rider in Kent
Whilst I stood with Matt, sheltering from the rain outside the refreshment area, looking out onto a calm but pock marked lake where only ducks feared to venture and Swifts swooped low, two observations came to mind.
- It was wet. Very wet.
- Portion Control was poor.
A third observation joined these slightly later;
- Wind in the gents was very strong...
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Bedgebury Forest return
Just back from a morning at Bedgebury Forest and it seems all this venturing beyond the Surrey Hills appears to be habit forming!
With Wimbledon about to start and Glastonbury in full swing, any sane person would have realised that there was more than a fair chance that it might rain. And boy did it rain!
I can confidently say that I have never, ever been wetter or muddier over 18 miles of forest singletrack than I was today at Bedgebury. The rain just fell down, stair-rod style for almost the entire time we were there, adding extra centimetres of water to the already soaked trails.
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Girls and Mountain Biking
Mark and I were out at the weekend, covering a good 23 miles of the Surrey Hills in what turned out to be a fine Sunday for riding. We left Bookham behind and made our way over to Ranmore, then Westcott and back up to Ranmore before the descent through Denbies vinyard and the slog up Box Hill for our scheduled cake stop and the chance to hang out with the roadies.
Now as Mountain Bikers we are often faced with the uncomfortable fact that it's a male dominated activity. We have resigned ourselves to this over the years and nowadays face it with a Stoic acceptance that would have been greatly admired in Ancient Rome. With young families we can even understand it, to a point, when someone has to stay behind to look after the kids (sorry that sounds chauvanist. It's not meant to and despite my best efforts Quid Pro Quo operates in our house).
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Singlespeeding
Last week's night ride was a less relentless pace to the previous week. With the gears on my Inbred continuing to play up, preventing me selecting the granny ring, I started to toy with an idea I alluded to in my 11 things for Mountain Bikers post.
Singlespeeding.
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Bouncing bike lights
I appear to suffer much misfortune when it comes to bike lights, particularly my rear light.
Over the past three years I have gone through at least two per winter, invariably losing them at some undetermined point in a ride in the middle of night with no chance to ever finding them again. I believe they may be secretly hoarded by a particular type of nocturnal trail pixie that's running a pixie brothel and needs the red lights to drum up business.
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I made my bike meow
Last night's mid week night ride took us over toward Ranmore and the White Downs at a furious pace.
We were joined by some of Jem's friends and Nicola which brought the group to eight riders. It quickly became apparant that fitness levels covered a broad spectrum, with most of Jem's mates in the top half of the group. I managed to hang on to them (just) and at dusk found myself hooning down the descent off the White Downs toward Westcott at high speed.
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Down to earth with a bump
As I am the only Mole who didn’t get a name check in Matt’s post about our outing to Holmbury Hill, (probably due to the fact I made it the whole way round without falling off or breaking my Mountain Bike), I thought I might post a few words about last night’s ride.
It was a really pleasant evening ride, right up to the point that I took a tumble off the bike.
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One bike and two men down!
Sunday saw us travelling over to Holmbury Hill for some fun on the dusty dry trails that have suddenly appeared everywhere.
The plan was to make the most of Dave and Jem's new Orange Fives and have a morning of Mountain Biking fun in the Surrey Hills singletrack.
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Surrey Hills riding conditions
My commute into work takes me along the A24 to Dorking, past Box Hill and the Denbies vinyard and escarpment.
Driving in this morning, the weather is warm and dry, the hawthorn hedges are just about to burst into life, the sun is shining and the sky is blue. Perfect conditions in fact to put some zest back into tired legs.
When I got into work, one of the first things my colleague said to me was 'bet you'd like to be out riding today?'
Yes, is the short answer! Anyone who has some time on their hands today should head for the hills.
The changing face of riding
After an extended break I made it out onto the trails at the weekend in the company of Dave, Jem and Neil.
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Night riding
So the nights have started to draw in again, not immediately obvious perhaps given that's it's only mid August, until you try to get out on the bike in the evenings. Starting at 7:30 it doesn't take more than an hour before there's an obvious need for lights out on the trails.
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Good times
So I'm back in the saddle. Not literally as I type* although that would be a clever trick, but metaphorically, as a way of saying I'm back riding the trails again and more importantly, enjoying it.
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Aches – or it seemed like a good idea at the time
Over the last 8 weeks I have managed to get out on my bike about twice. For various reasons, my routine has been very disrupted, so in total I have not actually ridden more than about 15 miles.
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Leith Hill
A story about how much I hate Wolverns Lane, cycling with teenagers who have too much energy, helmet camera trials, meeting friends not seen for a long time and massive energy crashes! A tale of everyday riding you might say!
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In the shit
I had a number of titles that came to mind while riding home.
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At last, 'real' winter riding
After the nasty shock of the alarm I ambled into the kitched to hear the sounds of rain on the roof. Real winter riding is back!
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A cold winter ride
I rode into work this morning, 12 miles of mainly off-road fun along the North Downs to Reigate. Unfortunately it was not without it's niggles.
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What is an average ride like?
It struck me that anyone stumbling upon the "new" blog might wonder what sort of ride is "average" for us on a Sunday.
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Quite chilly really!
With both Sundays over the Christmas period being covered with notable days we had to organise a midweek ride to ensure some fat was burnt off. We had a new boy join us...
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