UK Force Ride 2011
Wow where to start.
Friday morning 9am I arrived at the site and met up with
Taffy, Arkley123, Husaferg, Mark2e0.
Plan for the day was an easy ride around getting back mid afternoon.
Weather forecast was for sporadic heavy showers, which given the fact that we were in North Wales, meant that there was a 99% chance of getting soaked. Once suited and booted we were off heading North towards Ruthin. All the trails were nice and dry
So the going was easy but it did create a dust problem for the following riders.
A nice long rutted byway
In the clearing at the end Fergus mentioned that he once disliked long steep downhills with a sharp turn at the bottom. I had to smile knowing what was coming up next.
My side stand snapped at this spot and with most others suffering similar problems. Opening and closing gates were more of an ordeal than usual during the weekend
Last one before lunch
Sure that all would enjoy a bite to eat at a café (very unusual for me as it is usually a sandwich at the fuel stop at most), I pulled in and ordered a meal. Marke2e0 was the only other to order a meal. The others were still full from their breakfast. Still I enjoyed it anyway.
By chance there was already a Berg parked outside. It was Tim's, a local rider who was out on his FE550 with his partner who was on a TTR250. I had not noticed it until I saw Tim sitting down in the café but Taffy had already given it a full service by the time he came in for a cuppa.
After lunch we were riding mainly in the Moel Famau national park. There were a few more walkers here but they were mostly good humoured. The threat of rain was starting to disappear. It is obvious that someone had misheard and God actually rides a Husaberg. He must do given the weather we had.
We topped up with fuel and ice and rode back to the campsite on a tarmac single track road going through Worlds End.
I’d barely got my helmet off when Taffy was stuffing a cold beer into my hand, well it would have been rude not to.
Here he is modelling
AndyC arrived during the evening, he was a bit under the weather but was hoping that a night of cider drinking would sort it out. Sledgehammer and his mate had also turned up on Supermotos ready to enjoy the roads in the area.
By now any doubts I had before the weekend were gone. Once again I was getting to spend a weekend with great people I had never met before doing what I love. Riding motorcycles and having the one nice cold beer in the evening.
More to follow.
Wow where to start.
Friday morning 9am I arrived at the site and met up with
Taffy, Arkley123, Husaferg, Mark2e0.
Plan for the day was an easy ride around getting back mid afternoon.
Weather forecast was for sporadic heavy showers, which given the fact that we were in North Wales, meant that there was a 99% chance of getting soaked. Once suited and booted we were off heading North towards Ruthin. All the trails were nice and dry
So the going was easy but it did create a dust problem for the following riders.
A nice long rutted byway
In the clearing at the end Fergus mentioned that he once disliked long steep downhills with a sharp turn at the bottom. I had to smile knowing what was coming up next.
My side stand snapped at this spot and with most others suffering similar problems. Opening and closing gates were more of an ordeal than usual during the weekend
Last one before lunch
Sure that all would enjoy a bite to eat at a café (very unusual for me as it is usually a sandwich at the fuel stop at most), I pulled in and ordered a meal. Marke2e0 was the only other to order a meal. The others were still full from their breakfast. Still I enjoyed it anyway.
By chance there was already a Berg parked outside. It was Tim's, a local rider who was out on his FE550 with his partner who was on a TTR250. I had not noticed it until I saw Tim sitting down in the café but Taffy had already given it a full service by the time he came in for a cuppa.
After lunch we were riding mainly in the Moel Famau national park. There were a few more walkers here but they were mostly good humoured. The threat of rain was starting to disappear. It is obvious that someone had misheard and God actually rides a Husaberg. He must do given the weather we had.
We topped up with fuel and ice and rode back to the campsite on a tarmac single track road going through Worlds End.
I’d barely got my helmet off when Taffy was stuffing a cold beer into my hand, well it would have been rude not to.
Here he is modelling
AndyC arrived during the evening, he was a bit under the weather but was hoping that a night of cider drinking would sort it out. Sledgehammer and his mate had also turned up on Supermotos ready to enjoy the roads in the area.
By now any doubts I had before the weekend were gone. Once again I was getting to spend a weekend with great people I had never met before doing what I love. Riding motorcycles and having the one nice cold beer in the evening.
More to follow.