The Fantastic Four

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The Fantastic 4 set out to explore the unknown dimensions of life in the frozen wastes. The Thing arrived early for a change (2 mins) and the Invisible Man only just appeared in time. We set off along Middlehowe Road at a good pace passing two hardened runners turning out to be Mrs Fantastic and friend. The Human Torch found it tough to get ignited so the others had to slow for him. The ride to Fiddle Drill was quite fast paced and there were some icy moments, which slowed the pace. Mr Fantastic had to forgo the repast as he had more inventions to create back at base. The Thing and Invisible Man ate well but the Human Torch tried to set things alight with the flapjack. Invisible Man made his meal disappear quickly. The Thing then made a remarkable complaint about the Invisible Man making him wait at the start as he was so late! Methinks just jealous that it was the first time anyone had arrived after The Thing in history! We managed to get back from the icy realms safe and well, having enjoyed sunny aspects.

Cast James Gilbert, Colin Garvin, Michael Kerrigan, Matt Meade. Can you guess their characters?

Let The Sun Shine

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🎶Let the sun shine in 🎶. This Friday’s ride was blessed with a brief respite between the many showers and storms of recent weeks to present us with almost perfect cycling conditions. Thirteen Knights turned out for the start at Walkington Pond to take advantage of the wall to wall sunshine and light winds to ride out to the Fiddle Drill at Goodmanham.

Our route took us initially to South Cave taking on the climbs of Bluestone Bottoms and Comberdale Hill along the way. Next up was a quick blast over to North Cave and onto the Cliffe Road leading into Market Weighton. After wending out way through town traffic we came to our next challenge with the climb to the Fiddle Drill where we were joined by SteveG.

For the route home, we continued to climb up Cross Gate until reaching the Kiplingcotes Race Course road where Mike and Steve left the group while the rest continued to Middleton-on-the-Wolds….. Well I say the rest, but Iain and Martin decided to leave shortly after by turning off to Lund while a few others also went their own way. By the time we reached the Kilnwick road the group was down to seven.

Approaching the Bracken junction we spotted two cyclists up ahead. “That’s Iain and Martin” cried someone “Why didn’t they stay with us?” we wondered. From Bracken we followed our usual route back to South Dalton, Etton and Cherry Burton to end another very enjoyable ride.

October Revolutions

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No, nothing to do with bolsheviks, but all to do with the spinning of bicycle wheels as the Knights went “rushin'” out to the east. Despite the damp wet roads and dull grey clouds blanketing the sky we had a great turnout at Market Cross.

Eleven Knights set off through town towards Weel road meeting up with DJ en-route. On reaching Tickton our numbers were further increased when Chad and AndyG joined us making fourteen in total. The first section was made relatively easy with a good south westerly helping us along until we got to Routh. We then headed south along Meaux Lane and onto Kidhill Lane. This is normally a fairly quiet road traffic wise however today it was being used as a “rat run” by numerous cars.

Despite these “obstacles” the Knights soldiered on with dogged determination like Captain Scott heading to the south pole, although our destination was somewhat less adventurous and the “challenges” le than life threatening. When we arrived in Skirlaugh it turned out we’d lost Chad. Seems he’d had a puncture but said “he might be some time” and he’d catch up later. Meanwhile the main group continued on towards Old Ellerby where our two “lead riders” were faced with a choice. “Is it left? Or is it right?”. (How many times have we been this way? 🤔Fortunately a shout from behind kept them on the right track towards Burton Constable.

The final leg of our journey saw the pace picking up as we got nearer to the Spotted Duck cafe at Fitling. At the same time “Buster Gut” (Chad) had been pressing hard on the pedals and setting a number of Strava PB’s to rejoin the “sedentary” group near to Sproatley.

The return trip proved to be a little more arduous with the wind mostly against us. Retracing our steps through Humbleton we turned towards Sproatley taking the single track road around the back of Burton Constable eventually reaching Coniston. From there we continued along quiet country lanes through Swine returning to our outward route near Beningholme. Once again we encountered more traffic than usual as we battled our way into the wind until reaching Meaux Lane. After a brief respite from the wind we returned home via the A1035 cycle path to complete another enjoyable ride in great company.

Game of Thrones Autumn 2023

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Greetings my Lords, Ladies and other Pronouns, gather around for the latest news from the three kingdoms of the Easteriding. The battle for the “crown” at Burton Gates was seemingly decided early when our gallant knight Sir Michael De Kerrigan mounted his express steed and scorched through the “field” at a terrifying pace to set a time of just 44sec giving a speed of 51.8km/hr. However he had not reckoned on the determination of the young “pretender” Sir Tom who managed to “wrestle the Crown” from Michael’s grasp galloping in with a time of 44sec at an average speed of 54.3km/hr. You could almost hear the squeals of anguish as his “coveted prize” disappeared before his eyes. “Referee! I demand a VAR” he wailed. Not to worry Michael, there are still age categories to be won. In the “dance of the fair maidens”, leading Lady Heather spurred her steed to put in a massive effort attaining a time of 58secs placing her in 5th place overall.

In the battle for Stoneknowle Hill the competition was close fought with Sir Ash pipping Sir Graham by just 2 seconds until our “Young pretender” once again “nailed his colours to the mast” setting what seems like an unassailable target of 4:39 averaging an incredible 34.2 km/hr. Our leading Lady Heather also managed to post an superb finish with a time of 6:04 and a creditable 5th spot overall.

Meanwhile over in the “field of Time Travel” only four knights have managed to successfully “master” the course. Way out in front is our “Young pretender” who looks to have secured his grasp on all three crowns. Second place was none too shabby either with Sir Colin posting a time of 24:16. Overall, so far it has been an exhilarating jousting match filled with intense competition and thrilling moments. All “equestrians” pushed themselves to the limit, leaving it all on the road. However, there’s still time to “earn” yourself some kudos and possibly “bag” a trophy in your age category so gird your loins and sharpen your swords and let battle continue.

Tour of Er….

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Ding! East Riding?… “Tis the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” according to Keats. “And lo it came to pass” as we woke to a fine mist coating the rising sun like a shimmering negligee….oh excuse me where was I? Following in the wake of the Tour of Britain visit to our area, Raymond decided for this Friday’s ride we needed to “showcase” some of the hills the tour could have done. “Meet at Etton 10am prompt for a lumpy ride” he suggested.

Well it seems that it’s not just the season of mists etc but the season of “tardiness” as four of our attendees shouted out “I’m running late see you en-route”. Our first “objective” was the climb up to Holme-on-the-Wolds. The “peloton” set off at the usual Friday “genteel” pace. There was not much wind to speak of and the sun remained stubbornly behind the morning mists making it almost perfect weather for cycling.

On our way to Middleton-on-the-Wolds on the Goodmanham road the “peloton” was spread across the road dodging pot-holes and rough surfaces when with a moments inattention Raymond found himself off-road on the grass verge like Tom Pidcock making an overtaking manoeuvre. “Ooh are you alright?” we asked. By the time he’d returned to “terrà-Firma” and his “heart had left his mouth” he was able to assure us that all was well.

Next climb on the “agenda” was the lumpy rollercoaster to North Dalton followed by everyone’s favourite, the long drag up to Huggate. Once we’d all recovered from our efforts the next section to Warter was mostly a joyful downhill. After regrouping in Warter, we set off up Bailey Lane to Nunburnholme top. “Ooh are we going up Nunburnholme Hill?” asked Jim excitedly. Well sorry to disappoint you but….. No! Instead we have a “little kicker” averaging 6% over 1 mile starting with a 10% ramp followed by a gentle drag uphill to the top of Nunburnholme Hill.

From there we have a brief respite as we had downhill to Londesborough before the next climb up Intake Hill eventually leading towards Market Weighton before our final climb up to Goodmanham and the cafe stop at the Fiddle Drill.

The season of mellow fruitfulness also includes the pesky attention of wasps. We were thus entertained by Mark’s defence of his fruit scone during our lunch as well as some fruity banter. Soon enough it was time to complete our journey home. After continuing the climb along Crossgates we turned down Kiplingcotes Race Course before eventually returning via Etton and Cherry Burton and the final little “kicker” of “Granny’s Hump”. An excellent route enjoyed by all and enhanced by some lovely weather conditions.

Poets Day

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“P Off Early Tomorrow’s Saturday” though I don’t think it has the same significance for most of our “Friday Riders”. Early warning notice came from regular Friday route master Raymond “Sorry can’t make it this week, so someone else will have to lead”.

Iain was first to respond somewhat unsurely, 
only to say he had to be home prematurely. 
Karl was next "in to bat", 
with an eighty mile ride if you fancy that. 
Matty and Jon said that would be a treat, 
but where and when shall we meet. 
Then up spoke Neil with an alternative route, 
with start time and meeting place to boot. 

Etton was the place where our story unfolds, 
starting with a climb up to Holme-on-the-Wolds. 
Turning into the wind was quite the slog, 
with everyone trying to stay tucked in behind Seadog.
Middleton to North Dalton was a bit up and down, 
As we pedalled through from town to town. 
Continuing up to Huggate with the wind in our face,
We still managed to maintain a decent pace. 
 With the wind behind and mostly downhill to Tibthorpe,
We went up another gear making a bid for "Warp".
Kirkburn and Southburn went by in a flash, 
With personal bests we tried to smash.
With minutes to spare we reached our chosen venue, 
And were still able to choose from the breakfast menu. 

 After lunch there was a split in the "peloton",
While some returned by Bracken the others went by Watton.
Rolling through Kilnwick then onwards to Lockington, 
The "breakaway" returned to route on reaching South Dalton.
For the final leg home we reflected on a day without rain,
Vowing soon to do it all over again.

Coast & Castles Trip 2023 Day 3

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Melrose to Edinburgh

Today was a “Best dressed non club kit” day, unfortunately we forgot to ask our photographer to make the selection. Secretly though I think we all agreed it should go to Heather although Mark made a good impression of “Stylo Italiano”. Despite the copious amounts of wine followed by Disaronno in the “snug” by reception, there were no signs of any after effects. The profile for today’s section looked a little daunting with the first 25 miles uphill but then it was “all downhill from there”. 🤔

Our first objective was to get to Innerleithen where we planned to have our lunch stop. Although it came early in the ride, there was no alternative until reaching Dalkeith towards the end of the ride. Setting off from Melrose we picked up the “Black Path” cycleway (which was an old railway line running from Tweedbank to Galashiels), before heading along Boleside road, a virtually traffic free road following the River Tweed. On meeting the main A7 road we continued on the cycle path by the road before it deviated onto one of the best cycle paths we’ve seen.

On returning to the road, our route continued to follow the River Tweed before crossing to the south side over the Ashiestiel bridge near Caddonlee. Our route then carried on along the south side of the Tweed before recrossing to the north side again at Walkerburn.

When we arrived at Innerleithen the town was festooned with garlands. Turns out we arrived during the UCI World mountain bike championships.

It was only around 18 miles from Melrose to Innerleithen so not too long since our cooked breakfast so coffee and cake was the popular choice especially the Anzak biscuits which we managed to consume the complete supply.

After returning to our route, we headed north following the Leithen Water on a gentle upward incline. The terrain became somewhat steeper when we reached the confluence with the Glentress Water. We were a little dismayed to see another cyclist heading downhill with a rain jacket on and a misty looking cloud in the valley ahead. There was no need to worry though, by the time we reached the top the sun had returned.

The first “peak” came after about 6 miles climbing with a gradient of around 2-3% then followed a lovely downhill run for the next 3 miles. The second “peak” came after a further 3 miles of climbing and another 3 miles descent. I don’t think we saw a single car along the whole road and the stunning scenery made it one of the most enjoyable segments.

After regrouping, we resumed our epic journey towards Middleton. The road surface deteriorated and at one point Iain unfortunately hit a pothole causing a puncture and almost throwing him out of the saddle. We only found out when he didn’t appear at the next junction. Matt valiantly decided to head back up the hill to check he was OK. When they eventually returned we set off towards Cockpen and Bonnyrigg.

The final leg of the journey consisted mostly of varying types of cyclepath as we wended our way through the housing estates of the outskirt towns of the city. By this time many of us were running out of water and feeling a little hungry. “Let’s stop at the first shop we come to” we suggested. Eventually we spotted a Sainsbury store in Dalkeith and a chance for a refreshment stop.

Suitably refreshed we carried onto various cycleways which skirted the river Esk from Whitecraig into Musselburgh before picking up the “Innocent Cycle Path” which ran through numerous parks and woodland areas before becoming the “Innocent Railway” running past Arthur’s Seat. Along the way, we encountered a long tunnel which as we approached provided a welcome cooling blast of air. Leaving the warmth of the afternoon heat, it felt like we’d gone into a large fridge. Of course “boys will be boys” and couldn’t resist a holler (WOO HOO!) to check the “acoustics” in the tunnel.

Eventually we emerged onto the busy Edinburgh City streets made even busier due to the ongoing Festival. It was an amazing feat to find ourselves so close to the city centre using mainly off road tracks and trails. Coming off the Mound onto Princes Street we had to dodge taxis, buses and trams to reach our pick up point and the end of an absolutely fabulous three days of cycling.

The Long and The Short of It

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🎶You tak’ the long road and I’ll tak’ the short road, and I’ll be in Farmshop afore ye🎶. Fresh back from his exploits at “training camp” and hedging his bets Raymond announced two different route options. One short and one a bit longer to his favourite cafe stop. “We’ll decide who wants to go which way when we get to Skipsea Brough” he suggested. The weather was kind, light winds and a smattering of sunshine not too hot, perfect for cycling. Seems many others had the same thought as we had a good turnout at Market Cross.

Our fifteen strong group set off to wend their way through the town traffic and traffic lights eventually reaching Weel Bridge. From there we cruised alongside the Hull river, where we only encountered the occasional passing car before bringing our gang into Tickton. Crossing the road at Tickton Grange, we were joined by Chad. Continuing along the cycle path to Whitecross roundabout the pace remained a steady 16-17mph. Raymond’s “training camp” must have done him the world of good. 🤔

From the roundabout, the pace picked up a little more 18, 19, 20mph as we raced through “Brands Hatch”. Boy, that’s some serious training Ray’s been having. Once we’d reached the relatively quieter road to Bewholme, the pace eased off a little but still managed to maintain 17 mph through to Dunnington and up to Skipsea Brough. “Right folks, who wants to go via Beeford and who wants to go via Ulrome?” enquired Raymond as we stopped at the junction near Skipsea Brough. The general consensus was that we were all enjoying the ride and the clement weather so we’ll all “tak’ the long road”. “Ulrome it is then”.

Following the road through Skipsea, we joined the main coast road from Hornsea to Lisset. Once again the pace remained brisk with a light following wind. After crossing the main Bridlington road, things calmed down somewhat as we adopted the more normal “Friday sedate” pace to Gransmoor then left to Great Kelk and Foston-on-the-Wolds. The calm didn’t last long though. Once we hit the road to Wansford, the pace picked up again led initially by Mark and Pugwash maintaining a reasonable 20mph until Karl and Martin overtook and upped the pace to 24-25mph. “Right I’ll have some of that” thought pugwash as we both tucked on their wheel. Needless to say that split the group somewhat.

Crossing Wansford Bridge

After the “mad dash” things eased off once more as we cruised into Skerne. Determined to reestablish a semblance of order, Raymond led from the front as we continued at a normal “Friday pace” to Hutton Cranswick for a well earned cafe stop. While walking our bikes round to the outdoor seating area, Matt lost his balance and tried to grab a nearby wooden box to steady himself. Unfortunately the side of the box was not properly secured causing him to crash land on the ground in an ungainly fashion. To add to his embarrassment, his faux-pas was witnessed by two passing young girls who giggled at the spectacle. Luckily, only his pride was injured.

Following our refreshments, it was time to make our way home. Mounting the bikes to restart the ride there was a chorus of groans as tired muscles were forced to resume action. “Ooh, aah, ouch, I’ve siezed up” said someone as we set off towards Bracken. At least the pace home would be a bit more genteel as the efforts of the first 30 miles began to take effect.

Our way home followed our usual route through South Dalton to Etton and Cherry Burton. As we regrouped at the junction in Cherry Burton, the chatter and banter among the group kept us all entertained with nobody willing to begin the final leg home until Matty piped up “Come on, we can chatter while we pedal”. Spurred on by the “call to arms”, Karl made the first move and set off to cross the road accompanied by a warning SHOUT from Matt “CAR LEFT” which sent us all into giggles as we realised that he could also have meant “KARL LEFT”.

Overall it was an excellent ride over a good route with great company and great “craich”. Covering around 50 miles from Beverley and back or little extra for those living in the Eastern “sticks” and a special shout out to Mark who completed a massive century ride by riding in from Driffield and back as well.

Game Of Thrones Season 2023

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The 2023 season is still young but many Knights have been out and “nailed their colours to the mast” in a bid to be “crowned” champion. In the battle for Stoneknowle Hill we have Colin setting the early benchmark with a time 6:18 beating Iain and Pugwash into 2nd and 3rd respectively.

In the “Charge of Burton Gates” Michael took full advantage of a helpful wind and set a blistering pace completing the course in only 44s to give a speed of 51.8km/hr (32.4mph). You can almost see the scorch marks he left behind as set fire to the tarmac. Currently in 2nd place is Barry with a very respectable time of 48sec by Colin and Heather both on 58s.

Meanwhile over on the Little Weighton “race track” you can see the tumbleweed rolling around the course as very few Knights have made an attempt so far. Perhaps now the weather is a little more conducive there will be many more taking part. Setting the early benchmark here we have Tom with a time of 22:55 knocking Colin into 2nd place with 24:16 and 3rd place going to Michael on 25:55.

A Ride of Three Thirds

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The old adage “it’s hard to please everyone, so just please yourself” has never been more apt. According to Strava, at least 15 Knights took advantage of the clear blue skies and beautiful sunshine to venture out to a whole host of agreeable destinations, although just four hardy souls joined this month’s BK Away Day.

With a proposed 8am Beverley set off by car and a 9am kick off at the meeting place just North of York for a 68 miler, this was never gonna suit everyone. And so it proved. Too early for some, too late for others. Too far for some. Perhaps not far enough for others. And judging by the recent comments on slack regarding ride starting times over the weekend (all in good humour of course) it’s difficult to get the balance right for all. Just as well we have a top notch voice of reason chairman to keep us all in check!

Anyway, back to the Fab Four of Chad, Mark, Stephen and myself (Michael). We arrive at our meeting place on time (well, two of us do) and by the time we’ve unloaded our bikes from the cars, we set off only ten mins later than scheduled – not bad. 

In truth, it’s an inauspicious start for me as route leader for the day. Having taken my duties very seriously, I’d meticulously planned this ride – or should I say I rode to find a suitable meeting place only a week earlier. And I’d spotted that immediately after coming out of the designated car park, the route clearly directed us across a level crossing. I forget this and decide to set off in the other direction, only to be reminded by a more eagle eyed Mark that I’d messed up already and hopefully this wasn’t a sign of things to come!

We go over the level crossing and are greeted with a bumpy gravel track. I start to panic inside – oh b***** – I do hope the route I copied from cycling plus magazine wasn’t a gravel route! My riding colleagues are quite rightly quick off the mark in the gentle ribbing department – “did you get this from mountain bike weekly?” jokes Stephen. I’m beginning to wonder, I must admit, but after about a mile we hit glorious pave. Phew!

Today’s ride can roughly be spilt into three thirds, with each third very different from the other. The first third – Howardian Hills -is gentle rolling terrain, not too dissimilar from our usual routes across the Yorkshire Wolds. We soon enter the picturesque grounds of Castle Howard before making our way onto the road into Helmsley. This is the one section of the route that I had been a little concerned about as it’s coloured orange on Komoot – which means it’s a main road. “We should have a rule that all away day route masters have to ride the full route the week before” jokes Chad. To be fair, I had thought about it, but given my ‘car park reccie’ the previous week was a 70 mile round trip and that the route itself would effectively double that, I reined myself in and told myself that as the main Helmsley Road was prefixed by B it can’t be that bad. And so it proved, as we all safely arrive into Helmsley for our first pit stop.

Bladders emptied, water bottles filled, we set off for the second leg – the North Yorkshire Moors. Clearly not having studied the route as much as I should, I’d naively thought that we would be nowhere near the major climbs and descents of the infamously bleak Moors. I’m soon put right though because as soon as we reach the top of a long gradual incline out of Helmsley, we spot a sign for a 33% descent. There’s a tight bend at the bottom too and a van greets us just as we try and negotiate it. How inconvenient – cos we slow down to avoid said van and immediately around the corner spot another sign of 25%, but this time it’s up. And so sets the scene for a muscle wearing, lung busting second third.

We arrive at the foot of white horse bank. We again see a 25% upwards sign, only this time the climb goes on and on and on and…. We all just about survive and, although we are 1,000 feet above sea level, we very strangely arrive at beautifully flat countryside more reminiscent of Norfolk than the North Yorkshire Moors. Our plateaud respite is soon forgotten though as we arrive at the descent from hell. It’s very steep and very windy, with a near 180 degree switchback on the steepest part with added gravel for good measure. At least three of us feel our back wheels lock. It is absolutely treacherous. At the foot, Chad asks would we rather go up it than down it. Stephen, a very fine technical descender says “definitely down” whilst I’m tempted to turn around to prove that would definitely not be my choice, but that would be just plain stupid!

With would be nasty accidents avoided, the rest is plain sailing with only a couple of so-so hills to negotiate before we glide into the pretty village of Easingwold for our much needed cafe stop. 

Bodies replenished, we set off for our final third and it could not have been more different to the preceding one. That’s because we are back in the Vale of York and we make solid progress on the glorious flat for the last 20 miles. We quickly make our way back to the car park with our bodies slightly more burnt than they had been 6 hours earlier when we set off. I mean who brings sun cream with them in May? Ah well, thanks for the marvellous company and great ride :+1: