Make sure you’ve got plenty of midge-repellent they said. Don’t worry, I said, I’ll be covered from head to foot, barely an inch of skin showing. Show’s how much I know. Continue reading
This article explains why it’s often essential to call Mountain Rescue if a casualty needs to be recovered from a remote area…. Continue reading
Finally, some proper spring weather and Lady Canning’s Blue Steel trail was absolutely buzzing at the weekend. All ages and all abilities enjoying a beautifully crafted trail – just what we wanted when we originally came up with the idea. Continue reading
“Summertime and the living is easy, bikes are jumping and the stoke is high, your riding’s pinned and the trail’s good looking, hush now dude, don’t you sigh….” Continue reading
The Ride Sheffield Winter Social at a new venue and the weather decides to come over all biblical. Will anyone turn up?
I guess we really should have more faith. The Sheffield mountain biking community isn’t going to be put off by head high floods on Abbeydale Road, they love a challenge. So much so that something like a hundred hardy souls made it to The Holt which, thankfully, catered admirably to the gently steaming horde as they dried out prior to the meeting proper.
Fortified with chilli and a refreshing pint of Magic Rock, everyone tuned in as Henry Norman outlined just how much Ride Sheffield volunteers have achieved in the last year and big plans for the future. Continue reading
Hi there, it’s Dad here. Oh, you didn’t know that was my new nickname? Yeah, I posted something on Facebook the other day that fell firmly into the ‘no-shit-sherlock’ category and was both taken to task for preaching to the converted and called Dad. Continue reading
Ride Sheffield recently attended a meeting convened by Mike Rhodes, Access and Rights of Way Manager for the Peak District National Park Authority. He had received a number of reports about mountain bikers behaving badly. Continue reading
Many moons ago, I rode the Strines Inn Bridleway that runs up to Derwent Edge. I remember it being a rocky, rutty, technical nightmare which, true to form deposited me on my arse at one point. Continue reading