7 turned out, 6 with bikes, 5 with lights....shall I go on? or let someone else say a few words...
"Somehow George knew the week before...Jamie knew the moment he arrived...Grant and Joel quickly realised after the first 30 mins...So why did the other four persevere?... Stupidity? Stubbornness? Neither sense nor feeling? Or did they appreciate it's impossible to feel warmth without cold, to taste sweetness without sour, to feel joy without pain, to wizz downhill without climbing!!....So now for those four, every other ride from now on, however mediocre, however nondescript, however chaotic, will always be a joy, because they did the last ever RADS night ride from Tewitfield"
If you want details ask the fab four, it involved getting a tad wet, spotting a fox & deer, eating flatjack (cheers Ed), someone mentioned Burmuda, when 2 went missing without trace, not even a text! we ploughed on, literally through muddy fields - cows still can't read. We survived and returned to the pub to find Joel waiting with a story of woe, only one pint and it was karoake night! The rest of us were too wet and just wanted home and a hot bath.
Next week Hawkshead car park for the real MTB experience.
2 comments:
Thats extraordinarily funny, where's Tewitfield?
James, funny but true. Twitfield is just north of Pine Lake (junction 35 M6, north of Carnforth) by the canal. So stick to the mountains and real lakes!
Cheers
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