This is a social ride for social riders. We’ll even accept calderdale types, if they can bear to leave The Valley
Aren’t they confined there by a powerful magnetic forcefield that acts on their niche, long-travel steel-framed, hardtails with 2.5mm Super Tacky Swampthings front and rear?
I heard rumours that one or two escaped by accidentally building Mmmmplops or worrever they’re called, but were dragged back by fear at not being surrounded on all five sides by serried banks of stone steps… The Steps of Death, The Steps of Nausea, the Steps of Psychosis, the Steps of Niche, the Steps of Steps, that sort of thing?
I heard tell that many of them are now incapable or riding up or down a uniform slope. Just saying 😉