when a group of seven friends gathered at the designated meeting spot in Macclesfield Forest to go mountain biking. The friends, Butty, Salad Dodger, Troll, El Presidente, Dunkey, Stunt and PTD, had been planning this ride for weeks and were excited to hit the trails despite the less than ideal conditions.
As they prepared their bikes, Troll mentioned that he was feeling a bit under the weather, but was determined to join the ride anyway. The group decided to stick to the lower trails to avoid the cold, blustery wind and headed off towards Charity Lane. Along the way, they met up with Butty, who had arrived on an e-bike.
As they rode through the forest, PTD suggested a route change, leading them to double back and take the old North Shore descent. The descent was wet and rocky, and Butty noticed that the rear brake on his bike had worn out, leaving him with only the front brake for the rest of the evening.
As they rode, the group discussed their options for a stopping point for drinks. Troll, still feeling ill, decided to take a shortcut to Bob’s Bench on his own. The rest of the group climbed up to Nessit Hill, but the wind was too strong to stop for a break, so they took the downhill cut-through route instead.
The descent was fast and rocky, with a few close calls as they navigated the treacherous trails. Finally, they reached Bob’s Bench, where PTD revealed that he had brought along a special bottle of gin for the occasion. The gin, made by Shaun, tasted more like a single malt with delightful tones.
As they sipped their drinks, the group realized that two of their friends, Salad and El Presidente, were missing. Butty, determined to find out where they were, hopped back on his bike and rode off the path and through the underbrush to investigate. He discovered that Salad had suffered a chain break and El Presidente was helping to fix it.
Eventually, the entire group reassembled and finished off the gin before heading to Sutton Hall for dinner. They locked up their bikes and stored them in the van before heading inside to enjoy a “pudding beer,” a creme brule stout.
As they ate and drank, the friends chatted about everything from their holiday plans and the lack of snow in the Alps to fashion, makeup and the dangers of AI. They avoided discussing politics, as it was too depressing.
Just as they were finishing their meals, the heavens opened and a heavy downpour began. Troll, in a moment of levity, asked El Presidente if he was feeling hot, still wearing his coat. This prompted El Presidente to reveal a new outfit that he had been hiding, which led the group to speculate that he may be changing pronouns in the future.
At the end of the evening, as they settled their bill, Butty produced a magic discount envelope that earned them a 50% discount on the food. Salad generously offered Butty a ride home in the van, which was fortunate as the rain was now coming down in biblical proportions.
As they made their way home, the friends reflected on another successful TNR ride.
The first AI generated TNR ride report from Chat GPT based on Butty inputs!
What to add?
- Charity was “Chunky as F**k” said Pete.
- Trout pout debate, possibly upside? 😉
- Gisky or Win – either way we feel a dragons den pitch coming to be the next big thing in shots!
- Puppy news – Margo the black lab to join the Smith household!
- Two very well behaved spanners at the bar attracting a lot of attention, and e bike chat between PTD and the owner (and the barman). Rumours of e bike lust amongst TNR’s not present…