youch!! i just fell in a nettle bush..
I lead a group of 15 people down a green lane last weekend. In the weeks since I’d last ridden it the nettles had grown bar high.
All I could hear behind me was yelps as everyone got stung. 😳 Fortunately everyone saw the funny side.
Strangely I find nettle stings on my legs make me ride faster for longer.Posted 4 years agoturboferretSubscriber
Having bad nettle stings and grazes from thorns reminds me of the good old days of Beastway racing on a Wednesday evening. First couple of races of the year would be through freshly partially cut-back foliage, and if you wanted to get any overtaking in, it was a case of taking to the undergrowth! Stings and scratches meant you’d had a good race instead of just sat following the guy in front 😀
Cheers, RichPosted 4 years agoconvertSubscriber
Bloody hate nettles me – they would be on my list of targets for development for God (if he existed) when he has another go at creating a universe along with midge and mountains with false summits.
Around here is the depressing time of year as the local tracks start to dry up and become vaguely ridable once more then immediately get swamped with shoulder high nettles.Posted 4 years agoWillHMember
Just to drag the thread back on topic… when I was about six my family was on a camping holiday in Wales, Aberystwyth I think, and I was riding my Raleigh Burner round the site wearing nothing but a pair of shorts (and they were fairly short shorts, this being the 80’s).
I had a bit of a wobble and landed in a ditch full of nettles. The old couple in the caravan nearby heard the sobbing and rescued me, and covered me in calamine lotion dabbed on with pink loo roll. I have had a hatred of pink loo roll ever since! 😐Posted 4 years ago
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