Words by Eric
Crew; Stunt, Butty, Croxy, PtD, Eric, Three sheds, Mr I, Dunc, Slim
In the pub; Just us again.?
Lame excuses; El Pres, having the Presidential Residence remodeled.
Route; BL, OBR, zig but no zag, Teggs either side, Leathers, reverse Nessitt to the slabs, two sided valley, Shuttlingslow slopes, green lane to Wildbaorclough, Standing Stone, boardwalks or RHS descent Bob’s, Leathers.
Conditions; Whilst the A word was banned last week there was definitely a hint of Autumn in the air tonight. The darkening skies finally unleashed a deluge as we hit Wildboarclough.
Stats; None
Offs; Eric
With no celebrations on this week it was a business as usual ride with the infamous two sided valley as the main objective. Judging by the banter on Whatapp during the week we do need to write the first volume of the history of TNR before it is lost to fading memories.
With Slim running a little late he was sent direct to Langley whilst we set of at what seemed a brisk pace to the top of the hill. Sides were chosen for the descent with some being a little more circumspect this week! Mr I arrived at the bottom with more speed than brakes, although it was due to lack of frontal lobe rather than lack of frontal pads.
Food was ordered at the Leathers before the climb up Nessitt and along the slippy singletrack to the start of the slabs. Things seemed smoother over the slabs with most folks cleaning the climb before making the plunge down the two sided valley. Eric managed the plunge OK but failed miserably on the easier traverse bouncing on shoulder, head and hip before coming to a stop in a rather undignified manner (And causing PTD and Slim a heartstopping moment ..! – Exec Editor)
We regrouped at the start of the track along the side of the Wildboarclough Road. How this beautiful green lane can have been downgraded to a mere footpath is incomprehensible and a travesty after the generations of bona fide travelers who must have passed along it’s way. At the bottom end the heavens opened but we were on the home stretch.
As the rain continued the A team choose the boardwalks and the sensible chaps went for the less risky option of the slippy roots on the RHS.
The Leathers held it’s usual welcome and in the immortal words of Slim – “it’s a proper Thursday evening”