Is this where we're posting the aftermath?
Dave and I were the winners of the ‘Who’ll get to Rhayader first?’ award. We arrive late-morning on Friday, in time to discover the ‘interesting’ nature of The Lion Royal Hotel (if you like unrestored ‘50s style hotels, this is the place for you!) and get the bikes unloaded for a quick bimble along the local lanes.
Before we set off, Clive and Steve (Throb the Builder) arrived, Clive deciding you join us. The first lane we tried was very different from anything I’d ridden before – lots of soft mud mixed in with granite rock strata across the tracks.
Not having too much fuel and knowing that the Squadron Leader (Phil) and Mr Tickle (Geoff) would be arriving at the hotel, we turned around and rode back down the track.
Fueled up and this time joined by Throb, Tickle and the SL, we went out for a longer ride using the same track as our starting point.
Reynolds decided that he would attempt to follow me through a small puddle, but managed to dismount the bike halfway through!!
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Arriving at the second track, by this time in the pouring rain, we were told very clearly by an official Country Ranger that there was a TPO in force, but he helpfully suggested another couple of lanes we could use. Unlike the first ascent, neither offered much of a challenge, but nicely warmed us up for Saturday.
Fun in the bomb-hole
By the time we had arrived back at the hotel, all the other tossers had arrived including Battyman with his indecently clean DR-Z!!
Over a few beers and local nosebag that evening much merriment was made and a decision to change the tyres on Throb’s KTM 640. After about an hour-and-a-half’s struggle, we had changed the front Trailwing for a knoblie. Maybe too pissed or tired or both, we left the rear tyre as it was.
Saturday morning dawned somewhat overcast and by 09.30hrs our guides, Dai Lewis and Zoltan (Zender?, Zimble? – what was his name??) had arrived to guide us for the day.
About 100 miles was planned and they certainly took us over some interesting territory. I wish I could say that the day was without incident, but is wasn’t – most of them happening to me!
The first was to KTM520 who pinged his leg when he didn’t make it to the top of a hill. No serious damage to man or machine.
Later, I lost my number-plate which fell off at the same time I did. Shame I didn’t notice!
Then there was the mud-bath. Charlie’s immaculate bike got a little dirty. So did Charlie!
Charlie's bike being ridden out by Dai - Charlie standing behind!
KTM520 in the mud!
Shortly after a petrol stop, I got a front puncture which took about 30 minutes to fix. Then Throb’s bike wouldn’t restart (again!) and another 20 minutes was lost sorting that out.
Within 5 minutes, it was my turn again – I managed to drop my bike in a ford, well, river actually! The entire bike was underwater. Having dragged it out, it then took about an hour to dismantle and drain. Personal thanks to Simon and Charlie for tolerating my fecking irritability and continuing to help fix the bike.
This was the road!
Charlie cleaning his boots
The, on a road section, Phil and a close call with an oncoming Range-Rover in the middle of the road on a bend, but in avoiding it headed for the undergrowth, bushes and trees on the left-hand side of the road. Man and bike in separate heaps on the verge. Very luckily, no serious damage to either – but the bike did lose its only surviving mirror!
Finally, Geoff let his bike fall and broke the brake lever. No great problem to Geoff until later in the gloom of the late afternoon, he was leading the hoon along a country lane, a gated country lane! Despite throwing out the anchor, he would have hit the gate before stopping, so decided to try find an escape route. The sheep had never looked so worried!
All in all a great day. Thanks to Phil for organising and Dai and Zimmer(?) for leading the way.
Greg