This was a last-minute jaunt out to do a classic ride that we've been meaning to tick off the list for ages, and it was well worth the effort. We set off up the Llanberis path at 6.30am after stupid early starts or overnight stays nearby. The route up was about 60% rideable, I reckon, and we managed it in 2h15 without killing ourselves. It was spectacular on the top, with broken clouds blowing over a summit coated in deep frost, looking down on an inversion on one side and clear hills on the other. We rode (mostly) down the Ranger path and in spite of two punctures in Telegraph valley we still got back down just after 10am and were home early for bonus brownie points.
The Ranger is a fearsome bit of track for mere mortals like me; I have now upgraded my attitude to those who can ride it all from 'respect' to 'grovelling obeisance'. I'm happy to acknowledge that I'm not a brilliant technical rider, but I am quite happy battering down most stuff in the Peaks - this was the first time I've ever really thought "Hmm, maybe I should get some body armour..." Fantastic fun, though, in an awe-inspiring setting. It truly was one of those days that reminds you why you ride your bike.