Some of the snow is beginning to disappear now, leaving plenty of mud
for us to contend with. It can’t have been too bad because we managed
eight rides - albeit short rides - this month.
1st. Just me and Oz having a scrounge about Gizzy Woods and
Captain Cooks Monument. The odd patches of snow proved mainly unrideable
but the muddy ground was quite firmly frozen which meant we had a
reasonable day.
5th. A similar route to the last one but one which will be
forever remembered as the day we rode up to Captain Cooks Monument twice.
Weather conditions are improving a little but things are a bit muddy and
every turn of the pedals feels like trying to ride through treacle while
dragging a trailer full of scrap of metal. Or perhaps I’m just feeling
weak.
8th. First Billy No Mates ride of the year, set off from
Square Corner hauled myself up the Mad Mile, paying careful attention to
the patches of snow on the tricky rock sections, planning the eventual
descent which would leave me grinning back at the car park. The small
patches of snow became bigger patches of snow which ultimately became a
snow drift which inevitably required the bike on shoulder technique to
gain The Drove Road. Where I met more snow, a kind of slippy ball-bearing
textured snow which was impossible to ride in, then suddenly the track
would be clear for a few metres before the snow reappeared. White Gates
really was white, with most of the gate still buried. At the Kepwick
Bank/Arden Bank junction I spoke with some other bikers who had rode from
Sneck Yate and had exactly the same conditions. Heading for lower ground
seemed the sensible option, so I began descending Arden Bank, leaving the
snow behind, glad to be picking up a bit of speed for a change. Speed I
was to regret very shortly as a shady section near the bottom harboured a
nasty surprise - a sheet of thick ice the whole width of the track. I
didn’t even have time to brake before I was off the bike and utilising
various body parts as runners to luge my way down the track. The rest of
the ride was quite tame in comparison but still too muddy to be fun.
10th. Half way through March and the Captain decides to put
down the wife’s shopping bag and join us for a ride. Inevitably a slow and
gentle ride as befit’s a person whose idea of regular exercise is once
every ten weeks, with a great deal of pushing and an ever greater amount
of waiting about. On the positive side, we did discover a new café in
Great Ayton which didn’t seem to mind three mud-covered louts dripping
nasty brown liquid on their floor.
12th. Hamsterley for a change, almost home turf for Simon
who treated the ride like a an SAS induction, barking orders, storming up
hills and pushing himself in a most uncharacteristic manner. New found
enthusiasm or substance abuse? The consensus from the rest of the party
veered toward the latter although Simon kept muttering something about not
breathing Teesside air. This was my third ride in five days and I became
today’s Captain Slow (the real Captain being elsewhere - two rides in a
week? Impossible), It was muddy, very muddy, even the descents had to be
pedalled to keep up some momentum. Our route took in most of the Black
Route with some excursions out into the moor, even the superb new bit,
section 13, was disappointingly gloopy at the top. Still fun though and a
change from North Yorkshire. As for Darlo boy, we’ll see how he performs
when his drugs wear off, although I’m sure the pride in his achievement of
being ahead of three men who are all twenty years older than him will take
longer to dissipate.
16th. Another scrounge about Kildale and Guisborough. The
Captain put in his second appearance this month/year/decade and we had a
GOOD ride, not too much mud, no rain, no snow, the tracks were dry and the
café was open.
22nd. Yet again we find ourselves at Kildale, assembling
bikes in the station car park and keeping an eye on the scudding clouds
which promise the odd shower. Today we have a new rider, young Simon, as
he must be known to differentiate him from slightly older Simon, the Darlo
wonder boy. We left the car park and had a pleasant road warm up which
took us to Bank Foot Farm, I’d promised a one hill ride and the more
astute riders realised which hill it would be, the dreaded Ingleby
Incline. Me and the Darlo Boy had previously made it to the gate, a
precedent had been set and we were determined to surpass our high point,
in the event, I couldn’t even reach the high point and Darlo Boy made it
to the gate but no further. Irregular cyclist but all round fitness
fanatic young Simon not only made the gate but did it with alacrity
reducing us “older gentlemen” to mere spectators. To make us feel better
he joined us in pushing the top section and before very long we were at
Bloworth Crossing, joining the Cleveland Way back to Kildale, descending
pretty much all the way on a variety of surfaces. Another good day out,
despite a small shower, and our fastest ride this year.
24th. Normal service has been resumed. Me and Darlo Boy met
at a gloomy Clay Bank car park, surrounded by mist shrouded hills,
destination Tripsdale. Bad planning meant the first half of the ride, the
uphill half was also against the wind, the sandy tracks were damp and
clingy, the rocky sections wet and greasy. In short it was all hard work,
soon forgotten as we raced down the track and round the hairpins into
Tripsdale. The climb out from Tripsdale was aided by a tail wind, we did
the Medd Crag descent, which was fun as usual and finished on tarmac back
to Clay Bank as the sun came out.