With the help of local riders and businesses, Ride Sheffield have raised all the money required to build a red graded trail in Redmires plantation in the Peak District. Enormous effort has gone into satisfying the various demands placed on us by the Peak District National Park and other user groups. The first attempt at gaining planning permission has, however, been placed on hold. Here’s the story….
Tom riding Sheepskulls. Proof that riders can police themselves….
The story of Sheep Skulls is an excellent example of cooperation between mountain bikers and land managers. Recently, some riders have risked a riding ban by ignoring the agreement reached between Ride Sheffield and the Eastern Moors Partnership. Here is a potted history….
A new venue and a new format, always a risky business, but the inevitable pre-meeting fears turned out to be completely unfounded. As usual, the good mountain biking folk of Sheffield and beyond turned out in force and the Workstation was packed for this year’s Ride Sheffield Winter Social and AGM. Continue reading
It’s with great sadness that we have to report that mountain biker, climber and all round good guy Chris Moor has died in a snorkelling accident while holidaying in Spain. Continue reading
Ride Sheffield volunteers have been working hard to prepare the trails for the winter….
Having had a summer California would be proud of, it’s difficult to make the transition to a winter mindset. That nagging sense of doubt has yet to infiltrate your mind – will the weather catch me out? What to wear, where to go, what tyres? Continue reading
The Magnum, most powerful leaf blower in the world….
I’m a born optimist, always try to see the best in everyone, yep, bit of a hippy I guess. Continue reading
It’s always a mistake to assume that raising money for a project is the difficult bit and that everything thereafter should be a breeze. We reached our target for RADmires some time ago thanks to the generosity of Ride Sheffield supporters and local businesses and yet the diggers and whacker plates still lie idle. Continue reading
What would it take to stop you riding a trail? Given the addictive nature of mountain biking, just how big a red flag would have to be waved to stop you heading out? And who would have to be waving it? Continue reading
Once upon a time, deep in the forest, there lived a wicked bog monster. Hiding amongst the foul-smelling gloop of the Devil’s Elbow swamp, the Blackamonster would lure unsuspecting bikers into his realm and trip them up with cunningly concealed roots and rocks. Sometimes, he’d swallow bikes whole and let out an enormous belch, especially if they were made of carbon or had 29″ wheels. Continue reading
“Ride Sheffield? Is that who built the trail in Lady Canning’s?”
Well, that’s one way of putting it…. Continue reading