Just a few routes for the summer.
With the Moorcock Inn Rooley Moor Road being the scene of many a bare knuckle fight, baited on by a pack of drunken quarry men. It’s only fitting that this new bunch of downhills are given the names of the champions, who where only images on fag cards to the men who laboured on these moors.
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With the Birthday Present, The Brazilian, The Fight Club and more sheeptracks than New Zealand. This is the only way to do the MTL.
Note: Because of the disorientating effect of the Bone Hole and Fight Club zones the writer cannot guarantee an exhaustively geographical accurate account of the ride.
Punk Rock Dad and I arrived to meet Messrs Routemartin and the Shaman in the normal-pub-carpark-type-of-fashion.
As bikes were fettled and injected with air I sensed little of the strange trip into ‘organic’ mountain biking to come.
The Shaman had acquired a new vehicle to guide us into the further regions: a light blue Inbred hardtail. Like some wise indigenous beast it would stalk the contorted universes of the zones with animal efficiency.
After a few negative comments on the singletrack forum about the previous flash website and a few spare hours over the holidays we’ve decided to move back to the Movable Type blogg format.
The old bits are still floating about and the forum is still active via the right hand link along with the flash bits.
We had to beat the Calderdale crew to version 2