Big Dirty Weekender Report Part Deux
So, under blue skies 15 riders climbed out of the hamlet of Chapel Stile onto a rather rude string of tarmac that certainly warmed up sleepy legs. The road was cris-crossed with running water from last nights deluge but each splash provided a little welcome relief from the sun that was gaining strength.
Punctured Bicycle on a hillside desolate
The Smiths 1983
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Within 10 minutes we were at the day’s first stretch of off road action. And what a stretch it is. Loughrigg Terrace is one of those great classic Lakeland descents- not as long as you would wish, but fast and twisty with a few tech sections to keep you on your toes and plenty to make an enemy to innertubes. Half way down we stopped to fix the first two punctures of the day; a water bar a few hundred metres before being the culprit. Whilst patches dried we were gifted with stunning views over Rydal Water and the hills beyond.
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Back underway and straight back into slate covered singletrack- tighter, twistier and more technical for the first half mile before popping out alongside the lake on more mellow terrain. A quick scramble around rocks sloping into the water followed with MrLee deciding to detour through the water’s edge and giving his Seal Skin socks an impossible task!
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A short sharp climb and a few gates later we were once again on fast tarmac skirting alongside Ambleside looking for the bridle that would take us back up and over Loughrigg Fell. Too soon it arrived like a towering colossus, granny gears were selected and the next 20 minutes were spent winching and walking skyward.
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We soon arrived at the summit where another puncture was dealt with and Velomaniac repaired a snapped chain. Now it was time to head back west and down to Skelwith Bridge. Despite a good liberal coating of tourists and hikers, the trial was fast and fun with only a pinch flat for Kaya and a few incidents with gravity tarnishing another cracking section. Or so we thought. Whilst discussing punctures at the bottom of the hill, Vegas noticed a hissing sound. Everyone inspected tyres before RobRC200 announced he had drawn the short straw with a pinch flatted front on his lovely old Pace.
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Mechanicals dealt with the pack set off down the tarmac at speed. Shame as I was holding the gate open for a lovely little bit of Singletrack that winds around Loughrigg Tarn. Never mind, next time maybe!
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A nice easy section followed along a cheeky footpath that runs alongside Elterwater, only a charity three legged race getting in the way. Within ten minutes we were enjoying ice creams under the shade of trees beside the bridge in Elterwater village.
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It was a short stop though as time was ticking on and we had another climb to tackle before lunch. Back in the saddle, tarmac and a bridle took us through a working slate mine and past vast quarries before returning to nature with a steep slog through rooty wooded glades. A short breather at the top before a nice little descent with drop offs for the adventurous, spat us out onto another slate covered and water logged lane with great views of Little Langdale.
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Ever downwards and onto tarmac now for the blast down to the pub for a welcome lunch, the final corner being entertaining as Mr Lee, myself and Harry Crumb rounded a corner at high speed to find a large BMW taking up 80% of the available road. Emergency stops all round and shaking fists from the octogenarian behind the wheel ensued before darting past the car and resuming our battle to be first to the bar.
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Those punctures and the resulting time-loss had cost us dear though. Forming an orderly line at the bar, the clock struck two and the barmaid announced to those at the back would not be getting anything other than soup! This could get ugly. Will there be revolution and bloodshed on such a pleasant day in the sleepy hamlet of Little Langdale?? Will we get those chip butties that we needed to fuel us over the next few climbs?
TO BE CONTINUED