I guess its like people involved in wars. Its horrible in one way but in another, survival brings out many euphoric feelings that unite and leave an indelible memory.
So that was MNPR 01.06.15. 3 of us out. If Baz and Duncan hadnt turned up then i had my exit strategy planned and a couple of pints in the boozer lined up. As it was i was wet before i reached the Chetham and i found them hiding in a van at the far end of a secluded car park. Bastards.
But then, we got wet. And we couldn’t get wetter. And it was good, in fact it was great. The rain and wind were persistent but we were largely sheltered and it was a fast and flowing ride. Thanks to Daz’s absence we were mechanicals free too!
1st June FFS and you should have seen the rivers. In flood and carrying logs and debris. Totally unrideable (cue later video sharing from Baz…).
Anyway a couple of pints of Black Witch in the Chetham allowed us to pool our waters on his floor before setting off home – although not before a heart in mouth moment when my bike had disappeared. It soon reappeared when i looked in the place that i had actually left it!
The ride home was epic. Chose the moors rather than the road and the rain was biblical. No really, not a Binners Biblical but really biblical. To give you an idea how bad it was, I waddled into the kitchen and my missus had a brew and a whiskey waiting for me! Unheard of.
Loved it and buzzing now!
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