Captain’s Welcome and Address:
Thanks for the Poison Chalice !!!!
Some say, since Moos records began that an “outsider” would never make it to the upper hierarchy. Well it is has happened, so feck your luck and accept the invasion of the non Machen clique. No more molly cuddling for you guys. If you like your steak done rare then you’ll get it medium because that’s the way I like it. Looks like the appointed Vice and me are from the “SPADE IS A SPADE” school so the chances of there being any dicking about this year are well gone. Black or White it is this year chaps with Grey definitely off the agenda.
So here it is:-
Captain’s First Rule : “If
like it, BOLL*CKS”.
And to the ride:-
The Riders : Captain, Vice, Gaz, Mark, Schlong, Dickie, Pealy, Crock,
Reg, Harty, Marty, Jimmy.
Twenty riders were to start; seven were to “leave early”; twelve were to complete the ride and only ten were to make it back to HQ.
Well it was a steady but mud slowed climb up the usual fire road to the car park with conditions worsening on the way up, along with everybody’s enthusiasm for the ride. The first signs of capitulation were to be uttered by the Oompah Lumpa in the car park before heading off toward the Maenllwyd. A swift retort by the Captain seemed to settle the moaning mini. All riders made it to the top of Rudry Common to enjoy amber views of Caerphilly between the horizontal rain and like sheep Schlong and Pealy sought weather protection from the available landscape. The downhill after the Common was certainly entertaining with those choosing to descend first enjoying the best of the bad conditions. More whinging was to be heard during the sensible tarmac climb to Cometson’s farm leading to the split of seven Moos from the herd at the Ridgeway cross–road. Shame on you. This left twelve riders to climb to the back Ridgeway overlooking Cardiff which our esteemed ex Vice proclaimed would be an all-weather trail. A final mud slide down through the back of Lisvane woods to the river provided the final grin or perhaps grimace of the day.
A brief respite was taken at the Maenllwydd Inn before heading back to HQ which resembled a graveyard with most Moos opting to go home.
Crap Ride Report