First it's a climb, that'll get the lungs working in this cold, then we can settle into some beautiful snow covered singletrack, the snow proves to be ideal for riding in....it isn't always.
Our second climb is longer, climbing in the snow is proving to be a good workout and I don't feel so bad about not being on the road. The climb leads us to the tight man made singletrack in Oak Wood, as it's man made, and made for fun whoops are had all round. The scenery is stunning, riding thick virgin snow on the hills among the Pine trees puts me in mind of the trails in British Columbia.
Next we have an 'old skool' xc ride over to Woburn woods, we take the old closed A5 for safety, then dart off road past Woburn golf club. The riding here is flatter, but more technical. We ride a few bits that have riders dabbing for fear of falling down the steep banks, then onto flowing trails before hitting another man made trail. You're safe on this trail, but it tests your skills to the max, Ian and myself clear it, but I can tell from the shouts behind that the others aren't flowing as well!
|They were Triffids I tell ya|
Now why is when I warn other people about hazards it's me that always comes a cropper? 'Watch your heads' wallop. The injury is minor, but I have blood pouring off my head down my jacket and over my bike.
The return leg is always more flowing, so I know the guys are going to love it even more.
A great days riding is finished off with a stint along the canal to get us back into Leighton where we wave Stuart off who has another hours riding to do before he can put his feet up.
Sunday. More of the same has been arranged, but this time we're doing the Ashridge area, and we are to meet Stuart and matt at the start of the Beacon climb. We leave Leighton with forty minutes to reach Stuart and Matt, but the off road going in deep snow prove very very hard going. And is further compounded when I get a puncture. We stop under a canal bridge and promptly get it sorted. We are only a little further on when I crash walloping the trees and thankfully not falling into the water, Stuart K crashes on the exact same spot, but suffers a snapped shifter so has to return home rather than face the hills with no gears.
We get onto the road at Great gap, pass the local cycling club in Pitstone and finally meet Stuart and Matt an hour later.
|At the start of the Beacon|
Once at the summit we head into the woods for easy snowy trails. Unlike yesterday when the only riders we saw were those from twenty3c and Team MK, today has brought out loads, though mainly out for coffee, cake and jelly based energy foods. We pass the café for a fast flat loop thinking we'll have a stop before we head off home. We down the coffee and avoid the tempting cream burgers, and re trace our route.
At the summit of the Beacon we make a decision to descend by road, rather than face the inevitable face plants if we were to descend in the deep white stuff.
We complete what has to be the slowest ever descent of Ivinghoe Beacon in the history of cycling! and say goodbye to Stuart at the bottom as he takes the off road route home. We have decided to get home by road. The roads are soaked with melting snow and it's not long before any insulation we had in our kit is rendered useless by the wet, my hand are now hurting. The human sat navs in our brains are working overtime to get us back the quickest way, though I'm cheered up a bit as we pass cars unable to get up the hills we take with ease.
Once home I start to feel queezy as the blood rushes to my hands, but it doesn't last long and I'm planning the next ride.
Tuesday. I've arranged to go out that night so I spend the morning sprucing up the bikes, they're suffering with the snow and salt.
I have two hours on the turbos at steady endurance pace listening to all my Amy Winehouse stuff. I don't want to go mad incase the conditions are bad tonight.
I meet Stuart at Stockgrove park for a two hour night ride. Thankfully the snow is still soft and rideable and looks great through two thousand lumens of LED bike lighting.
As usual the ride starts with a climb, It's feeling a bit hard and I tell Stuart that I'm going to put smaller rings on, then at the top I realize I've had it in the big ring....I never use the big ring?
We zig zag through Stockgrove before doing the main climb out and into the Brickhills.
Snow is now falling quite hard, and although that makes it hard to see, you can still see enough to take in the beauty of riding here at night in the snow. We do a nice XC loop and take in some semi technical stuff before turning for home.
The roads back are shall we say fun? snow, slush and solid ice. I'm taking a line in the slush on the road downhill to the finish when I decide the other side looks better. Schoolboy error, never ever cross solid ice on tarmac going downhill. And onto the deck, thankfully the stuff that put me on the deck stops me from hurting myself as I slide down the road. Though all the snow compacted in my helmet as I've plowed along tells me it could have been worse.......always wear a lid kids.
We, well I, hobble over the hill and back to the car. Another cracking ride, but I'm looking forward to some dry tarmac.