‘You’re not real cyclists until you’ve coughed up a lung on Buttertubs’
That takes me back. I remember reaching the top only for two young ladies wearing wetsuits to suddenly appear from nowhere. I thought I was hallucinating from lack of oxygen, but it turned out they were cavers and had just emerged from a sink hole.
I did a bit of off-roading round there on a CX bike in the 80’s – Malham Tarn, Goredale Scar and so on. The point was to get off the beaten track, not set speed records downhill.
And yes, I am an old duffer!