Weston Chain Gang

Welcome to the Weston Chain Gang forum. We are a group of cyclists that ride regularly from Weston-super-Mare. We meet at Priory school on Saturday at 8:45. Rides vary in distance between 60 and 100 miles with a stop for cake. Ridet nec genere!

    Saturday 23rd September - Hey Hey we're at Monk's Tard

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    Saturday 23rd September - Hey Hey we're at Monk's Tard

    Post  anti-climb max on Thu Sep 21, 2017 8:55 pm

    Here we come, riding down the street; getting the funniest looks from, ev'ryone we meet. AKA ' gerrout the bloody way, single file'.

    This could be our last opportunity to stretch our legs so don't miss out.

    Route out will be Toll Road, sea front, Anchor, Jeannie's bogs and tri-stop can be the community cafe in North Curry (no need to ring ahead.) Round trip is only 85 ish, if I can make it, you definitely can.

    Don't forget, next week it's the Macmillan coffee morning in Castle Cary so please try to get down and support them.

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    Ride Report

    Post  showmethecakes on Sun Sep 24, 2017 4:55 pm

    Monks yard

    8:48 Ivan waits alone. 8:49 Ivan still waits alone. Then out of the mist a lone rider approaches. 8:50 and that's a group of two for the ride, Ivan and Neil. By 8:51 Ivan is worried that he may have said something to offend people. This is most unlike Ivan. Not the offensive comments but the fact that he has never worried about them before. Finally a few more turn up making a group of 5. By Lympsham the group had swelled to 7 and by Jeannie's Bogs it was up to 10 with Jeannie glad to excuse herself from the attentions of a dirty old man chatting her up at the Anchor. I've spoken to Paul S about this before but he must of thought he could get away with it in that fake beard, nose and glasses.

    At Jeannie's Bogs Ivan was getting excited as the stalls were being set out ready for a fund raising event later in the day. The prospect of a long sausage between soft baps with a bit of added sauce brought a smile to his face.

    After the ascent of Wooly Hill there were a few grumbles from the bunch as the speed increased through Chedzoy. I make no apologies for setting a high tempo as I was only following Team Sky tactics but rather than going for placement at the foot of a long climb this was merely to hit the shit on the road before anyone else and avoid being covered in crap like last week. As it turns out there wasn't any so the pace eased a little thereafter.

    It was hard going into the wind towards Burrow Bridge. Neil was impressed with the pace as he rolled past a few minutes later wanking everyone for thaiting. Sorry, dyslexic keyboard. That's meant to be thanking everyone for waiting. I mean how is Neil meant to wank anything with that dodgy wrist.

    After a tumble at Stathe Neil was beginning to regret getting out of bed but a few minor repairs and a few scratches later he was up and riding again. At North Curry Nine Pints popped into the Community Cafe for some liquid refreshments while Neil made a few more adjustments to his rear mech.

    Despite Ivan giving clear instructions as to the route ahead I did my best to ignore everything he was saying. R2 was behaving in similar fashion which almost turned to disaster as he sailed straight across a junction in front of a milk tanker despite shouts about the approaching vehicle. Not to worry. If anything had happened we would have left him and carried on. As my mum always used to say, there's no point crying over spilled milk and I feel sure C3PO could put him back together again.

    Neil and I overheard the woman behind the counter say to the gentlemen in front that she would put it back in for him. Halfway through getting my bib shorts off I realised she was putting his change back into his wallet. I quickly dressed again and ordered my food. Whilst enjoying our expensive snacks Ivan was helping R2 order a new bottom bracket. Despite R2's phone being set to Polish language Ivan was confident he'd ordered the right thing. The Kalashnikov BB30 was slightly more expensive than he thought but that might have been the shipping cost as it was coming from North Korea. It also came with a free magazine which R2 was looking forward to reading.

    Post cafe we managed to find the only closed road in Somerset and promptly rode down it cleverly avoiding the sticky patches of wet tarmac, steam rollers and lorries. Despite my inability to follow Ivan's instructions on the way out I rigidly followed his every word on the return journey straight down a dead end. This was shortly followed by "This is the right road, it takes us to Isle Abbots." At the next junctions it was reassuring to see the signpost to Isle Abbots pointing back the way we had just come. After a bit more bumbling around we found the correct route again prompting spontaneous outbursts of song.

    Traffic through Bridger was horrendous as usual and we regrouped on the other side. A bit of a blast up the A38 brought us safely back to Brent Knoll where various members of the group decided on a second stop and tucked into burgers and hotdogs. Neil almost took out a young girl on the way through but avoided 18 months in an old gits institute.

    Great weather and good company for an autumn ride.

    OJC: 2, TTCR: 7/10, KFC: 7/10

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    Re: Saturday 23rd September - Hey Hey we're at Monk's Tard

    Post  Martin on Mon Sep 25, 2017 8:45 am

    Innuendo rating 9/10

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