Archive for the ‘2011’ Category

Back again!

Posted: December 30, 2011 in 2011, General

Hmmm….. ongoing problems with my hosting company means that I will probably be reviving this site so welcome back…if there is anyone left!

I am in the middle of an important series of tasks (bike cleaning) so I’ll be brief. Thanks for reading in 2011. I have a few new ideas for 2012 so I hope to keep the site and the content fresh.

One thought. I was out riding on 27th December. The first trip out for some time as illness sort of kicked me for six again. A gentle XC ride of about 32 miles along bridleways and forest tracks and I was struck by the wonder of Christmas. Religion aside, I pondered on the care people take to buy presents, carefully wrap them for loved ones and do everything they can to preserve the sense of wonder and celebration for the whole family. Specially selected wrapping paper, ribbon and tinsel, it sort of makes you feel cosy and warm….until Christmas is over and idiots take the time and trouble to drive out to quiet, out of the way spots and dump all their Christmas litter on trails, by the side of roads etc. It sort of makes me want to do something to vent my spleen but I don’t know what else to do except have a little rant on here!

Happy New Year by the way!


New Site!

Posted: November 18, 2011 in 2011, General

If you haven’t seen it already, the new site can be found at  Let me know what you think!  All constructive criticism welcome.


Posted: November 18, 2011 in 2011, General

suffolkcyclist will be moving soon. I plan to move to a hosted version of WordPress so will have a new address. I will leave this site up for a while but, if I don’t cock it up, all new posts will be on the new blog.

Don’t forget to subscribe to the new site when it lands and if you haven’t subscribed to this one…make sure you do on the new one!

I love this video….

Posted: November 18, 2011 in 2011, Videos

Thew Swift being out of commission (big hole in the tyre) it was the turn of Sir9 this evening. A cursory once over confirmed it was shiny and gleaming after its last wash, the chain was well lubed and I was ready to rock. At the allotted time I headed off down the road and it wasn’t until I met up with Rich and MM that I realised I had left my drinks bottle behind. A rapid diversion to Rich’s house and he loaned me a bottle. Off we went, and all was not well, I didn’t know quite what it was but something was amiss, it all seemed like jolly hard work and the handling was shot to bits. Reckoning I’d sort it out as the ride went on, we embraced the night and picked up pace. Conditions were ideal if, generally, a little warm.

One way or another, we have all been riding together for years now and know each other’s little foibles, idiosyncrasies and habits. Despite protestations to the contrary (the normal story whoever you ride with) you can tell when someone is making that extra little bit of effort and last night it was Mike. On one or two occasions he hunkered down and adopted the ‘I am trying but I’m not going to let you know I am’ pose. The subtle shifting up of gears, the little bursts of speed and an increased tempo of the swooshing noise of mtb tyres on tarmac. Well, on more than one occasion this pose was adopted – and there’s no point denying it! Rich and I both commented at the same time ‘he’s trying to put the hammer down’! No question of who was the form rider but equally there’s no question that he was out to prove a point!

Anyway, cock up number two…my perennial problem. The seat post had slipped. My knees weren’t up around my ears but it was certainly less than efficient. About a quarter of the way in I had had enough and called a halt to faff so while everyone else steamed up (and Mike let go of compressed air!!!) , I set to on the seat post. I guessed the right height (I was half blind too) and used the latest in hi tech anti slip agents…mud. The seat post was liberally smeared with mud and reinserted and we resumed our ride.

The temperature variation was considerable last night, some times we were positively hot, only to turn a corner, ride into a dip and hit freezing fog. This happened all night and was usually greeted by (loud) groans of dismay from Rich. Crossing the road, we passed from one block of forest to another, chatting merrily as we went. The archery club passed behind us and ahead stretched a long section of undulating fire road. Here the pace quickened a little and bit by bit the chat petered out. A mile or so down the road and the previous atmosphere of levity was replaced by grim silence as we all tried hard but refused to let anyone else think we were suffering. Mike briefly commented on the silence but to no avail, it pressed down on us like a blanket and so we continued. Maybe 500 yards from the end my resolve broke first and I sat up a bit, allowing Rich and Mike to duke it out for the honours. Crossing the road once more, we hurtled down the normal trails but I was still finding handling difficulties and called a halt. The trouble was tyre pressure – I had tried running them soft the last time out and hated it, I had just forgotten to re-inflate them. A rapid pump and back to normal (more or less), we rode some of the trails north of West Stow and headed back. Lackford Lane is where Mike always tries the hardest and he pulled off the front quite convincingly. I stayed with Rich until we crested the hill, legs really tired for a change. Then we headed home.

Next time I need to prepare better, check saddle height, tyre pressure, are my drinks on board etc etc. Anyway, it was a good ride, average moving speed of 15.1 mph and a tad over 30 miles ridden.

We’ve heard a lot recently about the Greek bailout package which is going to cost all of us a fortune………despite not being in the Euro-bloody-zone…….so here’s an insight into how it works:

It is a slow day in a little Greek Village. The rain is beating down and the streets are deserted. Times are tough, everybody is in debt, and everybody lives on credit. On this particular day a rich German tourist is driving through the village, stops at the local hotel and lays a €100 note on the desk, telling the hotel owner he wants to inspect the rooms upstairs in order to pick one to spend the night. The owner gives him some keys and, as soon as the visitor has walked upstairs, the hotelier grabs the €100 note and runs next door to pay his debt to the butcher.

The butcher takes the €100 note and runs down the street to repay his debt to the pig farmer. The pig farmer takes the €100 note and heads off to pay his bill at the supplier of feed and fuel. The guy at the Farmers’ Co-op takes the €100 note and runs to pay his drinks bill at the taverna. The publican slips the money along to the local prostitute drinking at the bar, who has also been facing hard times and has had to offer him “services” on credit. The hooker then rushes to the hotel and pays off her room bill to the hotel owner with the €100 note. The hotel proprietor then places the €100 note back on the counter so the rich traveler will not suspect anything.

At that moment the traveler comes down the stairs, picks up the €100 note, states that the rooms are not satisfactory, pockets the money, and leaves town. No one produced anything. No one earned anything. However, the whole village is now out of debt and looking to the future with a lot more optimism. And that, Ladies and Gentlemen, is how the bailout package works.

Have a read of this

See you out on the ‘shore then!

Well maybe when I grow some! I’d be petrified, I can’t even cope when it is a foot off the ground let alone several more!