Spring 2003

Cliftonite

www.cliftoncc.org

President’s Introduction

Hallelujah!!! At last, what you have all been waiting for, and NOT through the internet, e-mail etc. etc. but good old-fashioned communication through print, through your letter box. I hope you will enjoy reading the “Cliftonite” in its new format - our thanks for which go to Cath Tatlock and Chris Carter.

Yes, I am your new President. I was both flattered and honoured to be nominated for this position - I am sure there are several members out there far more worthy of this role, but I do promise to give it my very best shot. I first joined the Clifton in 1958 as Mickie Holmes (ex-Hull Thursday Road Club) and in 1959 married one of your members and so became Salter. In 2001 I married a member of the Southport Cycling Club (we met on a cycling holiday in Majorca), Geoff Hornby - so, that's me now, Mickie Hornby.

I would like to thank my predecessor, Pete Smith, for two great years. Pete was always cool, calm and collected and a pleasure to work with. My thanks also to retiring secretary, Rob Osman.

The committee is now headed by no less than three ladies. Myself in the hot seat, Claire Gilmartin once again in the Treasurer’s chair, with Frances Chaloner coming in as Secretary, the new girl on the block. The committee is then made up of me endeavouring to be ambidextrous in the dual role of Assistant Secretary (11th year, I think)(because I enjoy organising the dinner). Arthur Clune, Racing Secretary assisted by Viv Hepworth. Paul Musgrave reprising an old familiar role as Press & Publicity Officer. Saturday Club Captain Kevin Scully (great work Kevin), and Sunday Club captain.....gone to church (up for grabs). Chris Carter, Clothing Officer. Cath Tatlock and Chris Carter, “Cliftonite”. SPOCO Coordinator George Young. Finally, I would like to welcome three new Committee members, Colin Simpson, Nick Scull and Phil Duston, not forgetting Frances Chaloner who comes onto the Committee for the first time in the high-profile role of Secretary.

Hello Eric Gledhill out there in Canberra! How about that for timing? Just as your letter (25th February 2003) reaches the Evening Press in a quest to rediscover the Clifton Cycling Club, would you believe it? A new issue of the “Cliftonite” rolls hot off the press and over the sea. I do hope this enables you to catch up on your question, “WHAT’S GOING ON?”

Have a great year everyone with miles of smiles and sunshine.

Mickie Hornby

President

News

Clifton in Press - Recently Clifton CC was the subject of a correspondence in the Yorkshire Evening Press.

What’s Going On? I write on behalf of myself and another Honourary Life Member of Clifton Cycling Club.

In the past we have been kept aware of the club activities through the columns of the “Cliftonite”, the club magazine.

However, it would seem the club now corresponds with its members via the Internet system which means I have to have a computer which, of course, is out of the question.

My fellow Honourary Life Member and myself wonder if we might find some official of the club, to drop us the odd line to let us know that the Clifton Club is still in existence.

Or are we to be allowed to sink into oblivion in complete ignorance of York’s cycling scene?

EC Gledhill,

Canberra

Australia

ED - As you can now see the Cliftonite is back. We are aiming to publish 2 copies this season, we hope this will keep all our members, worldwide, informed on Club activities

Clifton’s youngest member?

Gill and Paul Crane announced the birth of Jodie on 30th November 2002 at 05.44, weighing just 6lb 15 oz. Gill is back on her bike again now, and we wish them the very best for the future.

Clifton Subs......

As it is the start of a new season Membership Fees are required.

Yearly Rates:

£10.00 Senior membership

£1.00 Junior Membership

£15.00 Family Membership

All payments to Claire Gilmartin, 48 The Hawthorns, Riccall, YO4 6NZ

Cheques payable to Clifton CC

Ray Thompson - Iron Man of Clifton Cycling

Tributes to "Iron Man" cyclist
by Tony Tierney
Published in York Evening Press, January 22, 2003.

A LEGEND of York's cycling world has died at the age of 93.

Raymond Thompson, a life member and a vice-president of Clifton Cycling Club, was for half a century known as "The Iron Man" on account of his long rides in all weathers over all terrains. Mr Thompson held most offices in the club and had been a long-serving committee member. His son, Chris, who lives in Darlington, said that in the late 1940s his father had been the inspiration behind the notorious Clifton Hard-Riders Section - a group of junior club members whose rides worried his senior club contemporaries. They feared he was encouraging promising youngsters to burn themselves out, but some are still cycling to this day, although they are now in their seventies. Mr Thompson's qualities lay not in the racing scene, but in his ability to ride all day at a pace two to three miles-per-hour faster than most people would find comfortable. His hardy nature was not just confined to two wheels, and he counted The Pennine Way, The Lyke Wake Walk and Coast to Coast in his walking achievements. To mark his 80th birthday he walked 40 miles to Scarborough. During the Second World War he dug coal as a Bevin Boy in South Yorkshire and cycled home to York every Saturday.

His wife, Muriel, died eight years ago, and he is survived by his son, Chris, a daughter, Diana, and four grandchildren.

(taken from Clifton CC website)

Message From The Editors

This is your magazine, at the moment we are looking at two per year, supplemented by the usual flysheets. If we can get enough material to do a quarterly, then we will try to make it happen, so please put pen to paper and send us your stories/results/pics/criticisms/memories/letters/stuff.

Send your contributions by post to: Cath Tatlock, 21 Alder Way, New Earswick, York, YO32 4TH. or e-mail Chris Carter on: ckcarter@talk21.com

Clifton Reliability Ride 2003

By Paul Musgrave

After heavy snow the previous Thursday, I was thankful to be able to run the Reliability ride at all. I had convinced Richard Hunter (who arranges the use of the Scout hall at Stamford Bridge) on the Friday night that conditions were expected to improve by the Sunday. Besides which the insurance I take out for the event would only be valid on that day.
However on the Saturday the roads around Buttercrambe were still snow covered so in the afternoon I drove the whole Reliability route. Thankfully by then the thaw had set in and apart from the descent from Birdsall Brow, the roads were clear and by Sunday even that stretch was ok.
The day started fine but everyone got caught in a shower near Helmsley. I had advised most people to descend Garrowby instead of turning right after the Birdsall climb and finished up doing through and off with Rob Osman and Paul Fairburn from VC York at 12mph into Stamford Bridge as the wind was so strong.
Cath had a couple of punctures, so with Bernard, Ian Toyn and Julia decided to turn right at Amotherby to miss out Birdsall and save time. However the climb out of Amotherby was blocked by snow so they finished up carrying their bikes. Our Reliability is always an adventure.
Well done to Phil Duston for perseverance after taking a wrong turning at Crayke and riding the remainder alone.
Finishers: Me, Cath, Karl Bentley, Phil Duston, Pete Skelton, Julia Coates, Rob Osman, Nick Scull, Chris Carter, Bernard Turgoose, Tom Shepherd (VC), Paul Fairburn (VC).

The social side of Clifton CC - the Sunday club run

An Easter Ride

By Bernard Turgoose

With the onset of spring and Easter not too far away, memories of an Easter ride about 40 years ago spring to mind.

Good Friday dawned with six cyclists starting out from Hull to reach Carlisle before dusk, saddle bags loaded to the brim, two on fixed the rest on a mixture of four, five and for the more affluent ten gears.

The wind blowing from the West North West would ensure that levels of fitness would be tested by the end of the day, the forty miles to York passed relatively well, except for the wind which seemed to strengthen the further west the group travelled; was this an omen of things to come ?

Then it was Green Hammerton and Boroughbridge for the first café stop, followed by the A1 to Scotch Corner, the traffic not being as busy as it is today and being a holiday was lighter than normal. Not far out of Boroughbridge the group dropped to five as brother Jeff started having mechanical problems and decided to turn back for home, just before the temperature dropped and we started to see a few snow flakes in the wind.

After a sandwich lunch near Scotch Corner, we headed off, with strong head wind in our faces, for the fifty miles along the A66 to Penrith.

Whilst the wind dropped slightly as we got higher, the snow came in much heavier showers, our clothing was not as warm and wind resistant as we now have the benefit of giving us constant wind chill problems, without the snow build up on ourselves and bikes. Which mean’t that we became extremely cold as our speed dropped in the driving snow and wind, causing us in having to stop at nearly every transport café, to get pints of hot drinks, in order to offset the onset of what we now know as hypothermia.

We also had to knock the snow off the bikes, in order to ensure that those with gears could use them and that all our wheels would turn after the snow had built up around the brakes and mudguards.

By the time we got to Brough, there was a full blown blizzard blowing in our faces, but eventually we struggled into Penrith at 7.00 o’clock, and everybody was shattered, After which the weather eased a little with a slight change in the wind direction from the south west, and after checking our lights this gave us a wind assisted ride for the last 20 miles or so to Carlisle, where we arrived at 8.30 some 13 hours and 150 hard miles after leaving Hull.

Fortunately we were staying at one of the lads sisters house and they managed to get us warmed up despite only having one bath, with hot soup, a roast and the usual three veg’, followed by a steam pudding accompanied by lashings of hot tea.

Followed on the Sunday with the ride to Hawes via Shap, Tebay and Sedbergh of approximately sixty-six miles, the weather was warm and spring-like with snow still lying on the verges, giving us an uneventful ride compared with Fridays experience.

The ride back to Hull on the Monday, took in the rest of Wensleydale before heading for Thirsk and Sutton Bank and on to Helmsley, Malton, Wetwang, Beverley and then Hull, some 350 miles from the start with all the tales about the blizzard, pints of soup, tea, coffee, hypothermia lasting in all our memories.

By Rob Oman

January and February in the UK are spent on Reliability Rides chatting to last year’s adversaries and discussing aims for the coming season. The usual response to my saying “I’m going to ride a 24” was “Why?” There were lots of reasons, most of which were unsatisfactory to those asking. I wanted to complete the set of TT distances (I'd completed 8 twelve's but never tried the big one) and while I appreciate that this ultra-distance malarkey is one of the more esoteric aspects of the thoroughly esoteric sport of time trailing, I was somewhat inspired by the thought of riding the equivalent distance of York to Lands End in a single day. And there rests the case for the defence.

The other thing to point out was that I knew I was only likely to do this once. It was going to dominate the season and I could only see work and family commitments getting larger in coming years. Also my performance in my usual race disciplines dropped down a level in 2002, so a new event gave me a chance of achieving something "new". This all meant I was both going to take the whole thing seriously and I was going to enjoy it. DNF was definitely not an option.

How do you train for something like this? Kevin thought I should be riding to Carlisle and back every weekend, but as far as I could see that would just make me tired. In the end I just did my usual stuff and added in a few extra slightly longer rides, carefully spaced out. This all culminated in a two week tour across the French Alps with Claire at the beginning of July and a 115 mile solo ride to Grassington in about 6 and half hours two weeks before the event. No 100s, no 12s - I wanted to stay fresh and motivated.

Claire was dead keen to support me in all this. That’s a lot of commitment and understanding. She was part of the plan from the start and encouraged me to do that extra hour on many training rides. Also getting me to the start without a fuss, working out what I wanted to eat and when, driving all around Cheshire, parking in lonely farm gateways at 2am and working out where I was in those hundreds of miles of roads was, shall we say, not an insignificant undertaking.

The start was slightly surreal. They had a pusher-off who insisted on holding me upright while timekeeper counted down. He did impressively well considering the weight of food in my back pocket. I asked for a really good shove as I thought it would make all the difference, but I guess he’d heard the same line from all of the 61 riders in front of me. I was second last to start, mixed in with the big-hitters and was soon last on the road as the course headed away from the HQ towards the roads south of Whitchurch where the majority of the race was to be run. How did I pace it? I really don’t know, I just rode. My pulse started off at about 150, but soon tailed off. I found a rhythm just above 20 mph which seemed comfortable and just let my mind wander off…..

The whole thing was very jolly, supporters and marshals quickly working out everyone’s names from the start sheet. I was off the back for the first 50 miles, desperately trying to stop myself chasing too hard, then suddenly I started catching people as we carved up and down the legs of a starfish shaped course around Hodnet. I felt part of something much bigger and it seemed inappropriate to pass other competitors without sharing notes; the state of the road surface at Battlefield Island, whether you’d got caught at the lights in Shawbury...etc.

I kept the rhythm going nicely into the late evening. I’d fitted a 47 ring and concentrated on really using the gears, but the wind was never too difficult and the hills fairly minor. Claire passed me a bottle every hour, and at 100 miles I squealed to a dusty stop for her to recharge my back pockets with more bananas, powerbars and cherry bakewells. The average speed stayed the happy side of 20mph until about the 140 mile point when my body started to realise that this was no ordinary day out. I’d learnt from all the 12 hour events I’d done that the trick is not to fight the reduction in speed, but to manage it.

Chris had leant me his new tri-bars that were fantastically comfortable and they and my handlebars in general were decorated with an unlikely array of lights, computer and pulse meter. While I swigged happily on a 2.5 litre bottle of Coke, Claire set my lights up. I had a twin beam Smart light set on the front. The Met Office web site had advised me that there would be about 5 hours of darkness to get through. The battery pack I knew would give me about 2 hours. Nick had leant me his battery pack so I could swap over half way and I thought that with some judicious use of side lights I’d get through. I also had a Cateye front as backup. I’d mounted two brand new Vistalites on my seat-stay and clipped another onto my pocket in flashing mode. I thought that little lot was quite impressive, but in the end nearly every other rider outdid me. The tandem must have had some sort of nuclear reactor in a saddlebag and one guy was pushing a dynamo! Actually the night was great fun and passed quickly - it was such an adventure! I passed a field of free-range pigs at one point all snoring in the moonlight. The only dodgy bit was a group of drunks outside a pub in Shawbury throwing beer glasses at the passing cyclists - luckily they were too drunk to get anywhere near us, though I was worried about the broken glass on the road.

Riding through the night is a bit like air travel, after a long stretch of disorientating darkness you come out in the bright streetlights of a strange land, usually a roundabout manned by septuagenarian marshals, before plunging back into the darkness again. At Battlefield Island at 2am, riders were greeted by half a dozen nutters with air horns and football rattles all shouting at the tops of their voices.

At about 1am I stopped for the first of my two planned 15 min breaks. Claire had rustled me up a pan of pasta with tomato and olive source on a Trangia in a rather dark lay-by. While I sat on a deck chair with a blanket wrapped around me stuffing my face, Claire busied herself fitting new batteries. With 230 miles covered in about 12 hours I was starting to feel a little battered. But the break did me the world of good, and I was soon blasting through the darkness again.

Soon the grey dawn started to spread from the west, but true daylight was a long-time coming. I passed a rider chatting happily on his mobile phone. Another had 40x24 printed on the back of his jersey. I later learned that he’d been presented with this the year before to commemorate the completion of his 40th 24hr event! The fact that I was no longer riding as quickly was now evident by the fact that when Claire ran to pass up a bottle I was struggling to catch her. She ran alongside for about a quarter of a mile and we made a date for breakfast at about 7am.

Another bowl of pasta was waiting but my taste buds were now shot; the Lucozade Sport was taking its toll. I was to consume about 15 litres of the dreadful liquid by the end and it left everything tasting metallic. Claire stripped the lights from my bike and when I jumped back on it actually felt like a racing bike again.

Now with 320 miles done and “just” 7 hours to go I was well into new territory. I was finding I would make good progress for half an hour or so then have 30 mins feeling like I was riding through quick sand. At 10am on the Quinabrook circuit I felt really tired for the first time. After slapping myself a few time and shouting a lot (much to the shock of an old lady coming out of a church) I made it to Claire again at Prees Heath. I removed arm and leg warmers, washed the crusts of salt from my face and put my shades back on. I felt great again. One more lap of Quinabrook and it was north again round the Whitchurch bypass towards the finish circuit. All 12/24 riders know this feeling; you turn for the last time and head for home! We had the wind behind us and we belted along at, urm, well, 19 mph actually…… I’m afraid the normal laws no longer stood for much - forearms were too sore to hold the tri-bars, no strength to push a big gear, no leg speed to twiddle a little one. But hey, we were on our way back!

Someone with a sadistic streak designed the finish circuit. From the HQ was a reasonable 2 miles of B road followed by horrible little hill. It was only like that little pimple between Warthill and Gate Helmsley but it really hurt. I tried twiddling up it the first time, but the speed dropped to below 5 mph. The next time I tried it on the big ring with a similar effect. A knot of spectators sat in the sun in the beer garden at the summit and shouted encouragement. Never has a pint of shandy looked so good. At the top the route turned left and plunged through some pot-holed, switchback lanes with dried pats of mud. A short stretch of A road then back into the lanes across a road surface of a quality usually reserved for the Paris-Roubaix. You will all understand that pot holes hurt by this stage! Then an interminable headwind drag back to the HQ. After one lap I stopped and asked for a drink of coke. I was desperate for a pee and managed to hobble behind a tree. I leant against the tree, but nothing would flow! Everything was in slow motion and Claire was wanting me back on the bike. We’d covered nearly 400 miles and there was still a couple of hours to go. Back on the bike I felt a little better although it was now stifling hot, pushing 30°C. It was good to see lots of familiar faces and this really kept me going. Francis and Nick sat on a wall in the sun, Paul and Cath also turned up and they had promised to drive us home afterwards. They sat on deck chairs watching us all trundle by. I half expected Paul to wear a knotted hankie. There were other familiar faces too. Gethin Butler, last year's winner, was giving me hearty shouts every lap.

A motorbike with a cameraman on pillion came along side and started filming for the RTTC video. Well I suppose it could have been for Jeremy Beadle... With 30 mins to go I was horrified to realise I was going to be on the far side of the course when my time was to run out. In 1989 this happened to me at the end to a 12 in Gloucestershire and I foolishly tried to find my way back across the middle. I got hopelessly lost, but luckily Nick managed to find me! Fortunately this time Paul realised and followed me around in the car. I stopped at time keeper number 4 who very seriously told me that I had 3 minutes left and could continue to the next control if I wished. I told her that you can have too much of a good thing and sank gratefully onto the deck chair Paul was unfolding for me. This was a mistake as 5 minutes later after Paul had packed my bike up I found I had lost the ability to stand.

I was, and still am, extremely satisfied with my/our efforts. I finished 12th. Two more miles would have put me in the top 10 and I probably lost this with the stops on the finish circuit. The total distance of 427miles was at the top end of what I was targeting but, let’s be honest, its hardly going to make Roy Cromack think his Clifton club record (and one time British record) of 507 miles is in danger! What I'm most pleased with is that we planned it all out then just went and did it! No major problems, no melodrama. I hope the story inspires a few others to have a go at something challenging this year.

The Clifton SPOCO series 2003.

All events, except where stated, start at 7pm. The series will be run on a league basis, with best 5 events to count in the final overall placings.

For all events meet at Sheriff Hutton crossroads at 6:45pm, except for the Hill Climb & 2-up TT where we will meet at Exhibition Square at 10 am.

Tue 6 May Sheriff Hutton/Bulmer/Ganthorpe/Terrington

10.5 miles

Tue 13 May Sheriff/Bulmer/Coneysthorpe x-roads/Terrington

13.3 miles

Tue 10 Jun Sheriff/Whenby/Brandsby/Stillington/Farlington

13 miles

Tue 24 Jun Sheriff/Bulmer/Castle Howard/Slingsby/Hovingham/Terrington bank

17 miles

Tue 8 July Sheriff/West Lilling/Flaxton Crossing/Thornton-Le-Clay/Foston/Bulmer

13 miles

Sat 19 July Hill Climb at Bishop Wilton, Worsendale

2km

Tue 10 Aug Sheriff/Farlington/Stillington

10 miles

Sat 13 Sept Sheriff/Farlington/Stillington

10 miles - 2-up.

The Club Time-Trial Series , dates and courses listed below. Events marked with a ‘C’ are also Club Championship events at that distance. There are 7 events listed, members must ride 4 events to qualify.

NB The two events above are not part of the TT series, but are Club Championship events at that distance.

Frances Chaloner and Pete Skelton enjoying themselves at the Teesdale Mountain Time Trial 2002!

Thursday Evening Time-Trial League

This league is a joint venture between ourselves and three other clubs - Seacroft Wheelers, Leeds Westfield and Bob Jackson RT.

Of the events listed below, riders must compete in 7 to qualify. Points are awarded according to place, and the rider with the most number of points from his/her 7 best rides will be an overall winner. There are prizes for Men, Women, Juniors and Vets.

Volunteers needed…

Clifton organises a number of events throughout the season, and offers of help are greatly appreciated. The club especially needs marshalls for five events we organise in the Thursday League TT Series (above – contact Arthur Clune), the Clifton CC open `hilly’ TT based around Sheriff Hutton on Sat 12<sup>th</sup> April (contact Rob Osman), the open `50’ TT on the A19 north of York on Sun 10^th August (contact Viv), and the Clifton Road Race on Sun 7^th September (contact Nick Scull).

Other Events

Clifton CC Open ‘hilly’ Time Trial Sat 12 April 2003

Sheriff Hutton-Bulmer-Castle Howard-Terrington-Sheriff Hutton

Senior men - 2 laps (27 miles) Start time 13:00

Women, Juniors, Vets - 1 lap (13.5 miles) Start time 14:00

Sponsored by Smith & Nephew.

Details from Rob Osman, 48 The Hawthorns, Riccall, York. Tel 01757 249251

Clifton Club Hill-Climb Championships Sun 5 October 2003

2km Bishop Wilton

Meet Exhibition Square 10am to ride out to course.

YCF TT Series 2003

Best six events to count.

The Cliftonite Interview

Paul Musgrave

Age: 34

When did you start cycling, and why?

1985 - touring holidays with a mate up in the Dales. I was inspired by watching the Classics & City Centre crits on World of Sport. I joined Clifton after meeting Chris Forrester & Mark Turrell - who were also wasting 3 years at York Tech - in 1987.

What is your favourite ride?

Have always enjoyed long hard club rides at any time of year, although I tend not to do that many these days. Take your pick .... Burnsall or Grassington, Langdale End, Brid or Scarborough, all have good cafes.

What is your worst experience on a bike?

Kevin will vouch for this one! In 1998, buoyed by my victory in the Cliftons “uphill sprint” 2-min hill climb on Milking Hill, I decided I was good at hill-climbs and entered a Manchester Velo’s event 2 weeks later on Curbar Edge in the Peak District. This is a murderous climb, but complacency meant that I did no training other than a short tootle to work every day.

We (me and Kevin) arrived at the event late, so warming up comprised a quick ride up the climb and a couple of short sprints before the start.

If this climb had been 800 yds I might have made the top ten, as it is about 1600 yds I finished in the bottom ten, such was my starting effort and subsequent near collapse at the half way point. I was caught by my minute man and again for 2 minutes on the line by Jim Henderson. I spent 20 minutes sat on the verge at the finish thinking I was about to die.

Best race you ever rode

Anglo Polymers Grand-Prix at Huntingdon Sept. 1999. Had to finish 3rd or higher to make 2nd Cat - and this was my last chance that season. I attacked after a mile, which led to the winning break forming - we stayed away for 100 km and I came third in a sprint finish - a rare day when everything went right!

Who is your cycling hero?

Sean Kelly - for all the right reasons, professional, consistent, humble.

Mario Cipollini - for all the wrong reasons, but he tells everyone what he’s going to do and then does it.

Do you have a ‘dream’ bike?

No - never been very techno. Very much like my own bike which is a blue Basso Devil & looks like a Trek - from a distance.

If you could, who or what would you send into ‘Room 101’?

That pillock at British Cycling (John Herety) who basically told CW that all they were interested in was WCPP track-riders getting Olympic medals, and that now that they have Lotto funding they don't need to worry about the Domestic scene & their fee-paying members!

Oh yes, and Cycling Weekly.

Is there anything you want to achieve in the coming year?

Yes, finish decorating the bathroom! oh, cycling achievements? Win a road race & become a 1st Cat - the usual stuff!

Clifton Cycling Club - Contacts 2003

President: Mrs Mickie Hornby The Pleasance, Sutton Rd, Wigginton

Secretary: Frances Chaloner 9 Moss St, York YO23 1BR. Tel 01904 625364

Treasurer: Claire Gilmartin 48 The Hawthorns, Riccall, York. Tel 01757 249251

E-mail claire.gilmartin@care4free.net

Racing Secretary: Arthur Clune 42 Millfield Rd, Scarcroft Rd, York. Tel 01904 627495

E-mail arthur@clune.org

Press Officer: Paul Musgrave 21 Alder Way, New Earswick, York Tel 01904 750821

E-mail cathtk@whsmithnet.co.uk

Clothing Officer: Chris Carter 2 Granville Terrace, York Tel 01904 430310

E-mail ckcarter@talk21.com

Cliftonite: Cath Tatlock 21 Alder Way, New Earswick, York Tel 01904 750821

E-mail cathtk@whsmithnet.co.uk

Chris Carter 2 Granville Terrace, York Tel 01904 430310

E-mail ckcarter @talk21.com

Club/Training Rides

Saturdays: social ride with cafe stop. Training ride 2-3 hours non-stop. Both groups meet 10am Exhibition Square. Contact Kevin Scully on 01904 709535

Sundays: social ride with cafe stop. Training ride non-stop 3-4 hours. Contact details TBA.

Both groups meet 9am Exhibition Square.