Riding in Snow - your funny stories
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Riding the Twrch Trail at CwmCarn in the snow and nearly breaking my thigh, twice.
Riding down a wide snow covered Bridleway from Riegate Hill at the back of a group of 15 riders coming off and splitting my Etto helmet in half.
Not snowy, but swimming round the Skyline at Afan with atom111.
Riding down a wide snow covered Bridleway from Riegate Hill at the back of a group of 15 riders coming off and splitting my Etto helmet in half.
Not snowy, but swimming round the Skyline at Afan with atom111.
neil_bolton said:
The Megavalanche.
Really, that should be all you need to know about my snowy tale.
That and working out that you get more control going faster on snow...
Except on an MTB tandem. One of mine was in Dalby just after Christmas. The wife and I had gone for a pedal with another couple (also on a tandem). I'm too competitive (as is my mate) and the speed was too high for the conditions. On one of the fire road links we ended up racing. Anyway my mate came past doing about 25mph, which was a chunk quicker than us. At this point I had to concede he was simply quicker and more talented than me. The next thing, the front had tucked so quickly that the two of them were sliding down the track still clipped in at 20mph. By the time they stopped, the lad on the front was buried under a pile of snow. Funniest thing I'd seen in a long time. His wife on the other hand didn't see the funny side and the rest of the ride was pretty quiet.Really, that should be all you need to know about my snowy tale.
That and working out that you get more control going faster on snow...
neil_bolton said:
The Megavalanche.
Really, that should be all you need to know about my snowy tale.
That and working out that you get more control going faster on snow...
+1Really, that should be all you need to know about my snowy tale.
That and working out that you get more control going faster on snow...
snow this year was the best in ages,I had a huge over the bars on the steep bit, some fool had crashed in front of me!
No funny stories, just memories of an awesome ride in Derbyshire, taking in Rushup and Chapelgate along the way...
Hmmm, bike has changed quite a lot since then...and that seat bag thing is long gone!
Actually, on second thoughts...Bontrager Jones XRs, they are pretty hilarious in snow! Or mud...puddles...or slightly moist tarmac...
Hmmm, bike has changed quite a lot since then...and that seat bag thing is long gone!
Actually, on second thoughts...Bontrager Jones XRs, they are pretty hilarious in snow! Or mud...puddles...or slightly moist tarmac...
Edited by Hard-Drive on Friday 31st October 15:05
Great mental imageSlogging up a hill in the dales to a gate. Gate wouldn't open (too much snow), so lobbed the bike over the wall. It landed wheels down, and just stayed there...
So we did it again with the next bike. And the one after that...
I think it took 4 hours to do about 18 miles. Brilliant, brilliant ride.
So we did it again with the next bike. And the one after that...
I think it took 4 hours to do about 18 miles. Brilliant, brilliant ride.
Was on some local trails recently which were covered in ice for the most part. Had quite a few offs, including watching half my wheel disappear through the ice into a puddle and me going over the bars. Best one was going down a firetrack which appeared to be ice free and going over on really thin black ice. Ended up leg on either side of the bike sliding on my ass for 10m looking up at my friend cycling on the other side of the track with a surprised look on his face.
I have another one, which I've just remembered. We were out on our Tuesday night ride last winter on the moors above the Guisborough woods. It was pitch black, snowing, and well below freezing.
To set the context, Tuesday is always the quick night were people tend to jostle and race each other. We were blatting along one of the moorland tracks (used heavily by the off-road fraternity) when the track reached a flooded area. The track suddenly went from wide enough for three abreast down to singletrack or you ended up in the water. I pulled onto the single track and my mate, left with nowhere to go, lofted his front wheel and went for the water, expecting it to be only a few inches deep under the ice. The thing is it wasn't.
The next thing I heard was the cracking of ice and a loud, whoooaaaaafuuuuuucksplasssshhhh noise. I just thought he'd gone through the ice, had a wobble and got his feet wet, so carried on to the next wait spot. My mate turns up about 5 minutes later swearing his head off saying I'm off home. When he got into view he was covered in mud and snot and had water dripping off the end of his nose, and was steaming like a condensing boiler. Turns out when his front wheel came back down it broke through the ice and stopped dead, catapulting him over the bars and into the "s
t pond". The st pond was was actually about 2 feet deep and he'd actually been completely submerged.
Thus ended the ride for fear of him actually dying of hypothermia.
To set the context, Tuesday is always the quick night were people tend to jostle and race each other. We were blatting along one of the moorland tracks (used heavily by the off-road fraternity) when the track reached a flooded area. The track suddenly went from wide enough for three abreast down to singletrack or you ended up in the water. I pulled onto the single track and my mate, left with nowhere to go, lofted his front wheel and went for the water, expecting it to be only a few inches deep under the ice. The thing is it wasn't.
The next thing I heard was the cracking of ice and a loud, whoooaaaaafuuuuuucksplasssshhhh noise. I just thought he'd gone through the ice, had a wobble and got his feet wet, so carried on to the next wait spot. My mate turns up about 5 minutes later swearing his head off saying I'm off home. When he got into view he was covered in mud and snot and had water dripping off the end of his nose, and was steaming like a condensing boiler. Turns out when his front wheel came back down it broke through the ice and stopped dead, catapulting him over the bars and into the "s
t pond". The st pond was was actually about 2 feet deep and he'd actually been completely submerged. Thus ended the ride for fear of him actually dying of hypothermia.
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