Weed stash

went out riding yesterday , found someone’s weed stash hidden under a rock when ‘scoping lines’ .

Just wondering what other folk have found whilst riding?

went out riding boots yesterday

Good stuff then?

Haha edited

Black lace knickers hanging in a tree.

And while dog walking that dog (springer) has found a bag of weed and some money on separate occasions. She also found a bag of weed in a halls of residence at Uni. She’s not trainer for it, must just like the smell!

A complete taxi fare-taking unit thing.

Two pink socked feet pressed up against a windscreen with a hairy arse bobbing up and down between them. In the middle of the woods, on a bridleway!

Two naked, frolicking girls and a chap with a video camera and an audience of two, open mouthed elderly gentlemen.

What do I win? 🙂

A Sapphic threeway on a beach. Complete with two ‘stunt doubles’ being put to vigorous use.

I think stumbling upon that was prize enough (unless they were munters that is…then you have my sympathy)

Cunnilingus.

Two men, one with his trousers round his knees, the other timidly fondling his flaccid penis.

Nothing unusual… Just some boats in the woods. 😉

What is scoping lines?

A Sapphic threeway

everyday is a school day

Nothing unusual… Just some boats in the woods

god told me to build them. I found the remains of what was undoutedly a narrow boat amongst the trees on my commute, then I spotted another. Hmm. Then I finally realised the “ditch” next to the lovely bit of singletrack I’d been riding for years used to be a canal 😳

What is scoping lines?

looking for trails whilst out walking. The inability to grasp the slightly dodgy lingo is forgivable but if you’ve never actually checked for lines/trails whilst out walking you can hand your MTBer membership card in at reception on your way out.

looking for trails whilst out walking. The inability to grasp the slightly dodgy lingo is forgivable but if you’ve never actually checked for lines/trails whilst out walking you can hand your MTBer membership card in at reception on your way out.

I do look for tracks when I am out walking the dog, I just call it “looking for tracks worth cycling”.

it’s all good 🙂
holding imaginary handlebars and making motorbike engine noises as you run down the tracks is optional

I often take the dog out ‘scoping trails’ but really hoping to stumble across a sapphic threesome. Never happened yet.

Closest was a pair of gentleman on the railway climb on tunnel hill, several years ago while on a solo twilight ride. One was choking, the other was attempting the Heimlich on him. Possibly a bit vigorously, because both their trousers had fallen down with the effort.

On hearing me coming…..

(I’m sorry, i’ll write that again)

On hearing my approach, whatever it was causing the obstruction in his passageway suddenly cleared because he recovered in an instant and ran off into the undergrowth with surprising speed for a man that previously was nearly at death’s door, given the noises he’d been making.

I thought scoping lines involved charlie and whizz

I just call it “looking for tracks worth cycling”

Siiiiick, when you’re on your whip rail those berms and smash them drops bro.

Rode past a couple getting acquainted in a Yaris on Thu.

I’d have thought they could have come up with somewhere less public than the foot of Rooley Moor Rd, mind.

An envelope with a lot of cash in it concealed under stone under a bench up a hill on the coastal path.

I bet that Sapphic threeway wasn’t all it was cracked up to be

2 blokes coming out of the woods, each with a can of Tennant’s extra in one hand and a goat on a rope in the other 😯

A middle aged couple, she topless, him with camera, not a bad pair to be honest.

Oh hell 40mpg has just jogged a memory I had tried to erase!

1990 cycling through a large wood near Cléré-les-Pins in the Loire rounded a corner to see 2 middle aged men with hunting rifles shooting what looked like parsnips hung in a tree 30 or so meters away, the fact that they were also both stood in what looked like speedo’s was probably the most frightening aspect 😮

If Strava etc had been around then I would have a lifetme KOM.

I was glad my mother moved to Brittany a year later as I kept thinking I would bump into them every time I visited.

Found a 9 bar once, legged it pretty quick!

£50 note

Dammit.

All I ever find is dildos.

Everywhere, dildos.

I don’t want a dildo, I would love a 9bar. FFS.

Finding a 9 bar!!! Good times!

And the cash is great too as long as it went on partying not like a lawnmower

theotherjonv – Member
I often take the dog out ‘scoping trails’ but really hoping to stumble across a sapphic threesome. Never happened yet.

Closest was a pair of gentleman on the railway climb on tunnel hill, several years ago while on a solo twilight ride. One was choking, the other was attempting the Heimlich on him. Possibly a bit vigorously, because both their trousers had fallen down with the effort.

On hearing me coming…..

(I’m sorry, i’ll write that again)

On hearing my approach, whatever it was causing the obstruction in his passageway suddenly cleared because he recovered in an instant and ran off into the undergrowth with surprising speed for a man that previously was nearly at death’s door, given the noises he’d been making.

Genuine lol