Sunday summary

Swansea Wheelers Club Runs 2019- 2020

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The ride report: 1701-2021

As with all group rides since September 2020 once again we used zwift to virtually assemble, this time in their version of France for the Petite Boucle. 66 Km and 484 metres so not too strenuous.

A fine turnout with 8 on Zwift with 6 of us on the discord app meant it was as social a ride as we could do. Zwifts clever ‘group ride’ algorithms meant all we had to do is keep pedaling to stay together, regardless of the terrain. Two or three mentions of a Greggs stop meant Nic could keep his Jaffa cake intake at the appropriate level and all was well with the world, despite an actual stop not being necessary, its not that long a ride.

Said Zwift algorithm had a bit of a moment with @20km to go and 6 of us went up a 5-6% incline for a few hundred metres at a rate that would have left Ineos Grenadiers floundering in our wake, however it corrected itself and we went down the other side slower than we went up. Still for a heavyweight like me going upfill at 46kph felt good, even if it wasn’t real.

The discord then came into its own as we were able to work out where the other 2 riders were and with soft pedaling and the group algorithm reasserting proper control we were fully reassembled before the finishing line.

We should keep discord going for the real rides, if any separation occurs it could be useful, and allow separate groups to keep in touch. Thanks to Nathan we know it works out in the real world.

Thanks to Nic for organizing it again. Hopefully back next week for another one.

John C.

The ride report 27-09-2020

A last club run before lockdown brings things to a temporary close, so it was decided it should be a good one with Llynne Brianne as the destination. 8 set out, though some of us were not intending to go quite that far and turn at Sennybridge. The headwind up the Swansea valley was the only thing spoiling perfect riding conditions; the BBC had forecast a gentle breeze – they were wrong. 

A change of heart and an agreement to keep a suitably gentle pace so we could stay together convinced me to carry on, so left at Trecastle and up over the military range to Llanwrtyd for a well-earned breakfast bap. Everybody should ride that road at least once; it’s a cracker.

The extra height and distance from Llanwrtyd to the reservoir was only for the ultra-keen, so I gently rode back down over the sugar loaf through Llandovery, Llangadog and Llandeilo and home.

A bonus at Llangadog was riding back with a gentleman called Glyn. As we chatted about our respective days rides he offered me a cuppa on the way; he lives at Llandybie so it was on the way. His good lady had made a fresh lemon drizzle cake, so a slice of that with a cup of tea was just the necessary fuel for the last leg home.

A brilliant day, shame we can’t repeat it for a while.

Next weeks run is likely to be on Zwift, keep your eye on the whatsapp group for details

The ride report 02-02-2020

With dubious weather and strong wind a turnout of 8 was a good effort. Trevor, 2 Marks, Jeremy, Rob, Steve, Nic and myself set out for Sennybridge. A nice tailwind helped with a steady pace on the way out; didn’t bode well for coming back.

A split at Dan-Yr-Ogof with the ever enthusiastic A group Mark, Trevor and Nic taking the published route via Trecastle; the ever pragmatic B group taking the more direct straight there route. The hard labour of getting up the hill was rewarded with a wind assisted dash down to the café. A little smile of satisfaction from the B team as we were at the café, seated and eating as the A team pulled in.

The split continued as Rob wanted to get home for dinner, so we set off for home leaving them still eating. A good team effort got yours truly to the top of Crai in the bunch, against that wind being in a bunch was easily the best place.

A good solid ride down the valley, with the shelter of the bike path for the latter stages most appreciated. Next week is Crosshands, note to self, use the greasy spoon at Cefneithin for a change

The part-ride report 01-12-2019

The great debate about starting time was finally resolved so 7 hardy souls at the start, plus an arranged pick-up for Steve P at Gowerton; turns out Mark W was there as well. 9 riders is the best turnout of the points year to date, not bad for the coldest Sunday in a while

A warm welcome to Louise who is no longer guesting, she’s now our newest member, and scored her first points this week; talking of points Nic is one ahead of Bob at the moment, but it’s early days yet.

The usual Gower Sunday Drivers were out in force with some real gems going towards Porthcawl. I thought crossing the double white lines so you’re heading towards a blind bend on the wrong side of the road was a bad idea, I expect the driver of the red car that came round that bend agreed. Eventually the driver of the black pick up did as well, so he slammed on his brakes and re-crossed the lines. Fortunately, there was enough room for him to get away with it: This time! 

First ride back so I peeled off at Scurlage and headed home whilst those made of sterner stuff went on to Rhossilli. 

Next week its Col de Caerau, you’ve got to hope the sun shines for that one


The part-ride report 24-11–2019

A grey and overcast start again, Bob, Rob, Simon, Jem, Nick and myself all ready for the off, with Louise making another guest appearance. The usual photo was taken, and as we are starting a rider in black flashes towards the roundabout. Trevor late again we thought, but eagle eyed Bob saying no; he’s going too fast for Trevor! The consensus in the camp is that he’s taking his kitchen back out again, he needs the practice.

Simon said he’s turning for home at Pontrardawe. Obviously, a case of Ponyconfusion as we were going to Pontardulais. I wasn’t going that far as I’m still not well and headed straight through Gorseinon at the Penllergaer roundabout, hopefully all made it round ok.

Gower next week, forecast unsure about the rain, but confident it will be colder

Gower 1st December 2019

The non-ride report 17-11–2019

A grey and overcast start, the usual suspects lining up for the photo. Simon displaying his new /replacement bike, and praising the build quality; Jeremy, (who built it) humbly saying it was nothing. Some enthusiastic ribbing for Robbie about the absence of mudguards. He claims they are unfixable on his bikes. He went through a pair a week last winter and still ended up without any. He didn’t seem to appreciate the suggestion he try and fix a set and film it, so we can see where he is going wrong: There’s just no pleasing some people. Yours truly not riding, I can’t shift this damn cold, so after taking the picture I’m back in the car about to head for home as they set off and who comes round the roundabout, late again, you’ve guessed it Trevor. I think he’s camera shy and hangs around waiting until the pictures taken.

Crosshands next week, lets hope for a dry warm day and they invent a cure for the common cold in time.


The ride report 03-11–2019

The weather gods smiled benignly and gave us a window of sunshine for the club run, not a bad start. The topic of conversation at the start was the post story this week that in 80 years time our starting point will be under water. As we went out along Jersey Marine it seems that it was starting early with some truly stupendous puddles and the whole cycle track under water at some points; anybody would think we’ve had rain. My plan, as I’ve still got that cold was to avoid the hilly bit to Bryn and stop at the Afan Lodge for a coffee; clearly the deluded thoughts of someone who has never ridden through Goetre. A horrible hill, steep, slippery and on the winter bike. At ¾ of the way up I was breathing through a cheese grater and walked the last bit. JemW missed the ride, something about muddy trails; he should have come with us. I’ve been down smoother cleaner farmtracks than the Goetre to Bryn road. I then peeled off for home as enough was enough. Hopefully all the rest made it without further incident.

Carreg Cennen next week, more hills.


The ride report 27-10-2019

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The clocks going back and beautiful sunshine promised a good turn-out; though the police marshalling at the start seemed a little excessive. Undaunted the intrepid 7 set off; yours truly not amongst them due to a nasty cold; I’d only turned up to get the points scores and take a few photo’s. Followed the route for enough time to get an action shot of Trevor re-adjusting his newly adjusted front shift and one of Steve P lying in ambush for the group on the Loughor bridge. Hopefully back in action next week


Ride of Hope for Rhys

The ride report 13-10-2019

The weather forecast was appalling, it would have frightened Noah. Nevertheless, at the liberty at 8:30 were 3 hardy souls suitably attired ready for a trip to Porthcawl. There was also a guest appearance from Eduardo who was riding a bike that appeared to have all his worldly goods attached. Turns out he is riding for Rhys; a cause we can all support. He did hand out a flyer with the details, but in my case it didn’t survive the ride and washing machine treatment. He is crowdfunding on just giving with a target of over £8,000.00 so any contribution would be gratefully received, the link below should give you a good place to start.

The forecast for next week is sunny intervals and a moderate breeze, let us hope.


The ride report 20-10-2019

A beautiful day for it, even if a little chilly, and 6 hardy souls ready for the ride. Jeremy claiming to be exhausted and spent by the ride to the liberty, and me struggling with the effect of having double gins in both hands for too much of the weekend suggested we were going to have a tough day, despite the sunshine. Turns out you can use the ‘the sun is too low in the sky and reflecting of the wet road surface’ as another excuse as well.

Despite the moans we set off, Simon bravely showing no ill effects of his recent losses. I hope we’re all keeping an eye out. It was clearly an amateur job so they may just be stupid enough to try and dispose of their ill-gotten gains locally.

As planned Simon peeled off at Neath and headed for Pontardawe; he thought Ystradfelte a bit too far at the moment. As it turned out I was agreeing with him. It was clear it would take me all day to get to Heol Senni, or at least an hour longer than everybody else so I announced I was stopping at PNV for coffee and to consider my options, that was the clincher for Jeremy, he decided to join me. The domino effect then kicked in fully and we all stopped for coffee.

It was a case of excellent timing, we trooped into the coffee shop moments before Wales scored the winning try so we celebrated with coffee and bacon sandwiches.

Trevor confirmed the spin situation and has put an update on facebook, it looks like Penlan Leisure centre (I never knew they had one?); please let him know your intentions ASAP.

A unanimous change of route was then agreed with the IVR and Swansea valley option picked for the route home. The climb up the IVR was confirmation for some of us that the right decision had been made. The run down valley enjoyed by all, despite a tractor and trailer getting in the way for the Ystradgynlais by-pass.

Next week the clocks go back, so winter timing and the mudguard rule will be applied


January 20 th

I revved so much that I began to notice a dull red glow from my chain as it heated up after Pembrey. The cafe at Kidwelly was full of members who had sworn to go on to Ferryside or be damned! The matron of the cafe was baffled by the question “when does a bacon roll become a bacon buttie”? ” When it’s a Rhubarb flan”, was not the answer she was expecting. The damned decided not to go to Ferryside, but instead to chase down Cycle cafe back to Swansea. I am told by a reliable source that there was road race on the Pembrey circuit that had a  slower average  speed than the club run!!. I am told to consult Strava for details. See you next week,   Bob.H.

January 13 th

I ran out of fingers to count on when I saw the number of members at the Liberty this morning. This amount of members has not been surpassed since the summer of 2017. The number was increased by 3 at Crofty, where innocent bystanders, minding their own business, were pressed ganged into the club photo! Nic C. was swift in handing out membership forms with threats of”you’ll never see your bikes or your family again” if you don’t sign.  With Tim Needham  glaring they were only too happy to oblige.

Poor Jeremy D left the King Arthur only to find he had a rear wheel puncture. Thanks to my excellent tutelage I showed him the time honoured “belly flip” method of getting the last part of the tyre on the rim. (Please don’t try this at home.)  After Mark W. Joined us,we battled over the “big sky” common of Fairwood  and the cycle path to Blackpill.  There were whispered hints of an AGM!!

See you next week,    Bob H.

January 6th 2019

Whilst everyone stood around admiring Trev’s new winter special, John C; Paul W. And I made our getaway and threw everything into getting to Carreg Cennen first.  Paul W’s lack of training began to show on the steep slopes, but crowds of people lined the steep climb to the castle in awe and admiration at John C. Who at his first attempt at the gradient scorched his way up with grim determination.

We were deflated to find the fast group had got there before us. I asked John whether they had either: A. Hitched a lift on a lorry.  B. Been dropped by parachute. C. taken a shortcut.  He said in his humble opinion they had been dropped by parachute!!   Ian T. told me over the phone how thrilled he was to be back home and how nice it was to get some relief from all that heat and be back under the grey skies again and not having to wake up to that same blue sky every day for a fortnight. I said it must have been awful, you could have lot your mind!  See you next week.  Bob H.

November 17th

Do you know the difference between “clockwise and anticlockwise” Bob?  Asked Ian T. In desperation? I said “Its my mothers sister studying her wristwatch” He was not amused.  “We are in Banwen when we should be in Crynant”    However, after losing each other on the cycle path we all made it to the cafe in PNV.  The members had to wait so long for their bacon butties that Mark(tart) williams decided to organise a “pig hunt” and cook their own!  Trevor disclosed that we may have to wait until Dec 2019 or Brexit, which ever was the sooner, for the AGM. Jeremy D. said we could take it turns to drive his Jag or pigs might fly before we have an AGM.!  Bob H. sometime club captain.

September 30th
Isn’t life strange? Little did we know that Gary W. is a cycling gymnast and dancer!  Despite regulation 36B (second paragraph) in the club rule book stating “No dancing allowed at the Liberty” (or anywhere else) Gary insisted on dancing the fandango on his top tube. Sadly it all caught on with John C. trying to loop the loop on the ramp when setting off.  fortunately, all these acrobatics didn’t end in tears and we all set off for the challenge of Marsh road. The split came at Port Talbot, the faster riders setting off up the Afan valley on the road whilst the slower members went via the cycle path dodging dog poo and pushchairs.
“The coffee machine isn’t working” (now where have i heard that before?) said the waitress at the Valley cafe in Maesteg.  We stood there wet and bedraggled in disbelief. We’ve just been over the col de Cearau luv” we said “We need sustenance”  Oh! alright ,if you wait 10 mins I’ll brew up.  True to her word, we emerged refreshed, with weather improved we flew down the valley to Tondu.  Ian T. did a sterling job helping John C. limp home with broken spokes in his back wheel, whilst I shepherded Nick the beard back to Swansea as he didn’t know where he was.(This is not unusual with certain club members)  I am told to remind you all that we are meeting at the Liberty at 9.00 a.m. next Sunday and every Sunday until it gets really dark in the mornings.  So 9.0 a.m. then for the Hill climb championship and the club run points presentation.   Bob H.   P.S.  New season club runs begin on Oct. 14th.  Those interested in going on the Aberystwyth weekend please contact Trevor. There are 6 club run points for that weekends ride.  Bob.H club captain.
July 22nd 2018
I love my bike(s) and I am very attached to them, but after spilling my gooey energy gel over my hands I found I was stuck fast to the handlebars. It took several members using tyre levers etc. to prise me off my bike and unsuper glue me from the bars. Members kept well away from me until I washed my hands outside the New Inn pub ,but were reluctant to shake hands! The ghostly image of John Franklyn  appeared at the Liberty. There was a lot of poking and prodding to see if it was flesh. We were further alarmed to see the spectre of Marc Noall appear from nowhere on a pink bike, which also turned out to be real. (Mark and the bike) Simon H. John F. and Dave the Gough  headed back to the city at 7 sisters whilst the rest pressed on towards Penderyn .After we were joined by Phil Graham the fast group decided the cafe stop was to be the Brecon mountain centre,whilst Bob plunged down the hairpins to Ysdradfellte. I was towed down the Neath valley by 8 riders from Ogmore valley Wheelers who seemed to be having a team time trial. I think they were hinting at something when one said”Would I like to take a turn at the front”?  Bob H.
July 15th 2018
Coffee 1 in Brecon seemed a good idea for some but others with a typical cyclists acumen for seeking out the best coffee deal went to Greggs around the corner!  Leaving the town the fast group decided to return by way of the reservoirs, whilst Ian T, John C and me headed for Mynydd Illtyd and another cafe stop at The “Old School” in Defynnog. After sitting lazily for far too long we began the long trek back down the Swansea valley, only to stop when John C discovered he had left his helmet behind at the cafe!
July 1st 2018

“I know a fabulous B road to Carreg Cennen” said Mark W. in one of his more frivolous moments. Eagerly he led us to our doom and a succession of steep hills and cattle grids. The strange phenomenon was that the further we cycled the further we appeared to get from Carreg Cennen. After spiralling around the castle several times we achieved touchdown at the cafe,much to the relief of the “fast” group, who thought we had totally disappeared, probably abducted by aliens etc.

Congratulations to our two” French” Bulgarians who did well to get round the challenging endless course and who hopefully missed the thunder showers on the way back.  Bob H.
June 24 th 2018
Question, what’s the difference between a red plastic bottle of tomato sauce In Mr. Carpanini,s cafe and Bobs bidon?  Answer…ones got tomato sauce inside,Bobs bottle hasn’t!  Please could someone tell Nathan the difference before the next time he squirts electrolyte drinks onto his cheese buttie.  This was one of the big tests of the year for the club captain. Failure to get round the course would result in immediate banishment from the club and a severe beating. I narrowly missed both!  We approached Penrhys monument and Maerdy mountain with the greatest respect and the judicious use of a 30 tooth sprocket..  The weather and the breeze was with the 5 Swansea wheelers .A great ride.Hope my legs recover by next Sunday.  Bob H.
Sunday 17th June 2018
Forgetting it was Fathers day, three ,less than wise members set off up the Swansea valley and decided it was not a good idea to go any further than Ystradgynlais…..which we didn’t!  Not everybody has a valley you know. People who live on coastal areas and flat bits of the country don’t have a valley to call their own. If you live in South Wales and don’t have a valley, you are regarded as nobodies and despised. Everybody should have a valley to their name. Jeremy D. has TWO valleys as he lives in Rhos which he is always bragging about. Simon H. tried in vain to persuade us that there is a valley in Langland….no way. Goytre and Dulais valleys are less desirable than say Neath valley which has it’s own road and was nominated “valley of the year 1066”, cost us a fortune at Sotheby’s. All valleys have to be naturally formed as it is illegal to create your own valley, Dare valley is very suspect.  Rob M, David Gutierrez and Bob H. got wet going down the Dulais valley and decided to go home to, hell with valleys.  Bob H.
Sunday 13th May 2018
Trevor Thor Lloyd (That’s right, Thor is the god with the hammer) hammered his way up the Swansea valley towing us mere mortals in his wake. The command to turn LEFT at Tafern yr Garreg sent a bolt of fear down my spine . The climb took me 24 mins and 9 secs  of agony to reach the summit. Surprise!.. despite setting off 5 mins  later than the rest of us, Mark W. thanks to Tele –transportation,  Salbutamol and choosing the right worm hole in the space/time continuum arrived at the cafe in Sennybridge BEFORE us. It is rumoured that he rematerialized amongst a group of motor cyclists having a quiet coffee causing them to run for their bikes and rev wildly.  Nathan T. gave detailed instructions on how to butcher a pig and make enough sausages for 10 years and rambled on about putting pepper on a pig or something crazy. It put Trev off his sausages and bacon. Thanks to Nic Cleave for formulating a 25 year training plan of marginal gains for me, although I need to speak to him urgently as I was 13 secs slower up the Devil’s elbow than last year. God, if that was the devil’s elbow I wouldn’t like to go up his spine.  Rob M., Ian T. and I, won’t be out next week as we are riding a sportive in Bristol.   Bob H.

May 6th 2018

I felt quite pleased with myself when I thought i had achieved the impossible, I discovered I had taken Marc W. down a lane he had NEVER been down before! For someone who in his previous incarnation as club captain had been down every road, lane and byway in existence ( he his reputed to be able to find his way to Timbuktu blind folded) didn’t know the lane to Laleston. Phew!
The queue at the cafe in Ogmore grew longer, we failed to beat the fast group to the counter, we lined up for hours waiting for our coffee fix. Rob M. gave up the will to live and fix punctures(which ever came first) Brian D. stared willingly at the table hoping his coffee would rematerialize in front of his eyes, Andy D. phoned his wife to say that he wouldn’t get home until later that night.  John C. who had been favoured by the waitress said he would like to swop his coffee for a club jersey. Trev.L said he would think about it as coffees were more scarce than club jerseys. I had dreamt all winter of being sun burnt and now I am finally pink. However Ian T. said I looked whiter that Dulux premium emulsion paint on a January morning.  Fabulous weather, great company that’s what club runs are made of.   Bob H.

April 22 2018

On a disappointingly wet morning a three way split happened at Glynneath. Not feeling “up to the mark” I joined Simon H. and Mark re-joined W. and trudged up Heartbreak Hill and over to the Swansea valley. Meanwhile, for a lark Ian T. decided to escort John C. to the top of the Rhigos and down into Treorchy, neglecting to tell him there was now no way back! Meanwhile the others Rob.M Nic C. Trev L,Jeremy D. pressed on towards Brecon? Meanwhile Simon, Mark and I had our feet up in the cafe in Ystradgynlais, meanwhile Ian T thought it would be an even better idea to take John C. over the Bwlch and down the Afan valley. Meanwhile Simon, Mark and I decided to pay Gerald W. a visit in near by Cwmtwrch,but hard luck he was out on his bike!  Meanwhile, Ian T. having half killed John decided he must have a final dose of medicine by teasing him up Skewen Hill. Meanwhile, I had teased myself over the hill to Neath, whilst the four hard riders were slogging it down the Swansea valley.  Mercifully The Maerdy Mountain ride will have to be left for another day.   Bob H.

April 8th 2018

Isn’t it strange that members who when faced with incontrovertible evidence swear blind they have more club run points than appears on the result sheet. To avoid fighting and the kicking over of bikes outside the King Arthur some members had to be physically restrained. Some claimed more points than there were club runs,others wanted extra points for having a pump and lights! some others wanted the points back dated to the year 2000!! others wanted points for Sunday’s when there was no club run!!! New member Andy Jones looked terrified and said he didn’t want any points anyway. Ian T. who wanted no part in the fighting dashed off to Majorca for 2 weeks,whilst Trev.L and Steve P disappeared off to the Cotswold, claiming they were taking part in some weird race  called the”hell of the Cotswolds” It was hell here let me tell you!  There were only six of us but it was a lovely ride around the Gower,and welcome back to Mark Williams.  See you next week.  Bob H.

March 25th 2018

Mary Berry would have been pleased to see the Wheelers tackle the great County cycles cake fest. A sponge lovingly and laboriously prepared by the lady from the Builth Wells sportive,vanished in seconds. Meanwhile Dave G. and myself quaffed coffee in the Subway in Ammanford, yes the coffee machine after endless repairs is now working. The ascent of Mynydd –y-Gwair was relatively benign this year with favourable weather conditions, but suddenly there was an almighty gust of wind. Rob M and I were blown sideways as Steve P. stormed past leaving us wide eyed in astonishment. Seems he wanted to be in the front for the new web site photo! See you all for the Rhys Williams charity ride next Sat. Bob H.

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March 11th 2018

Led by the “Red Devils” (Specialised bike team) we ploughed our way up the Swansea valley into a headwind. Ian T. had that worrying feeling that “something is missing” only to discover that he had left his helmet at home!  Jeremy D. lost the sprint for the Crai sign when his chain derailed, but was cheered up when he tasted his “Stout marinated cheese rarebit” at the Old School in Defynnog. “Chappeau” he cried to the Dutch proprietress who said he was “naughty” We splashed through the banks of snow on the climb through the Glas Fyrydd forest and over the top to Taffern –y-Garreg. on the fast wind assisted descent Jeremy D. punctured on a stone and called for the team car. Hopefully we all got home before the rain. Bob H.

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February 18th 2018

Just how many Swansea wheelers does it take to repair a puncture standing in cow muck on a windy Stormy Down? Answer…just Trev. Plus half a dozen ineffective pumps of all sizes and shapes and a selection of inner tubes of miniscule dimensions!  Thanks to Steve P. we would still be standing there. We eventually reached Sidoli’s where we were ushered to the far corner to be kept away from decent people who were likely to catch something nasty from us like leprosy, syphilis or chilblains. After we untangled the bikes from maze of bike lock cables we had a pleasant ride home with the wind behind us floating down the Margam by-pass bemused at riders struggling in the opposite direction.  It’s not so flat next week!    Bob H.

Feb 11 2018  

“Did you hear about that”?  What? “The fire brigade had to be called out last Sunday after Trevor Lloyds cycling shorts caught fire after over revving down the Swansea valley”  He generated so much heat on a dinner plate gear of 34 x –54  that smoke came from his backside. Jeremy D. said “I’m not riding behind him in case the flames spread”  Lessons have been learnt. He was seen this Sunday on a “normal winter bike” (and new shorts) Talking about new, John Cundy turns up on a state of the art new Cube carbon fibre super de lux! I think he must be getting serious.  I am still taking the sea sickness tablets after the disturbing motions of the infamous Pantyffynon bridge. Great news for all you time triallists….they are resurfacing large sections of the Neath valley.Next club run in that area, Feb.25th.  All for now, see you next week,  Bob H.

February 4th 2018

Who’s that? Who’s that coming round the roundabout?  It can’t be…it’s …..John Franklyn! So he hadn’t run away to join the circus after all. The rumours people make up , honestly. What next? they’ll be saying wild exaggerations like “ Trevor Lloyd was EARLY this morning. The 12 of us tried to ride behind Simon H into a freezing wind up the Swansea valley. Regrettably four of had had enough by the time we got to Tavern-y-Garreg and decided to retreat to the cafe in Ystradgynlais to discuss ATM machines and Netflix. I hope the rest of you had some nourishing bacon butties at Sennybridge and got home safely.  Bob H.

January 14th 2018

7 started from Liberty, picked up 3 in Gowerton off down to Port Eynon,the only problem cafes closed. Back up the hill to Archery centre for coffee , lost Rob in orange jacket. punched on way out of Port Eynon. We all got back, Trev with a Dinner plate on his back wheel went up and down Swansea valley, to but 1 or 2 miles in.

January 7th 2018

“C’mon” said Rob M.  we have to meet Steve P. at Penllergaer and Trevor has a painful ankle.. Let’s get going it’s freezing here! “ Watch the ice” said Simon H. as we headed for Chemical road. When we reached Steve we decided to split into two groups, the faster heading for Carreg Cennen and the slower to Subway Cafe in Ammanford. We tucked into our Balaclavas and slogged our way through Pontardulais and Fforest and Ammanford.  We discussed what was going on the agenda for the forthcoming A.G.M. over the worst hot chocolate I have ever experienced. “At least it is piping hot” said Ian T.   Hope everyone survived the freezing wind on the way home.

December 31st 2017

“Do you think he’s using Salbutamol”? I asked Ian. T as we surfed down the North Gower road. “Do you mean Froome” he queried? No!, I said, I mean Rob.M. “He’s going like a bat out of hell” “He’s probably on Fairwood common by now”  I was trying to ward off the sleepiness that had overcome me by staying too long by the log fire in the King Arthur. Jeremy D.(I’ve just discovered Fausto   Coppi) rode like a “good’un” despite having a bad cold, Trev can now stand on the pedals,(he’s quite strong enough sitting down,thanks) and newcomer John got round the course with encouragement from club run points leader Ian T.  Happy new year, see you next week.  Hope your cold gets better Andy and I hope your cat recovers Simon!     Bob H.

December 3rd 2017

Guess what?…a siren went off as we past the Tata steel company, Rob. M said he would be first through the door if there was a gas leak, never mind “Women and children first” maxim. Talking about gas, it was full gas through the lanes to Tondu and onto Maesteg,despite the fact that the Col de Caereau lay between us and the Afan valley. Such was our fear of the brute that we forego a stop at the “Valley cafe” and pressed on to grovel up it’s slopes in the cold wet drizzle. There are various phases ones legs go through when taking a hammering. It starts with a sudden feeling of “unresponsiveness” before the “wooden”phase begins. This soon degenerates into the “Leaden” phase before somewhere near the top one loses any residual feeling altogether and cannot stand without assistance!.   Sustenance (and a quick check to see if the afore mention legs were still attached) was had at the Lodge halfway down the Afan valley. Yours truly pressed on just in case the “can’t bend them” phase set in”
(Must end now as my wife is about to unbend my legs with a crow bar)  P.S sorry Steve, It’s Ferryside next week!!

November 26th 2017

“It sets your teeth on edge”, doesn’t it?   Jeremy D’s disc brakes I mean. Ian T handed out the ear plugs before we left the Liberty. We rendezvoused with Steve P at Gowerton, he claimed he could hear Jeremy’s brakes in Waunarlwydd! The roads were dry and the traffic was light and we reached Rhossili in sunshine, that put us in a good mood until we saw the price of the coffee. The seven of us sped back to Swansea with a nice little tailwind, a good morning’s riding. Bob H.

November 19th 2017

As I gazed avariciously at Jeremy D’s mushroom omelette,(we are in County cycles having coffee) when I spied four senior cyclists who said they were from five roads cycling club! “Which five roads do you mean” I queried? THE “five roads” they said indignantly,” look at our jerseys” We said we were from Cardiff!  Andy D & Rob M. physically restrained me from getting out my credit card and buying a beautiful red Trek racer for £480. “Stop you idiot” said Simon H. It’s not £480……….it’s £4800.  Ouch!  The 8 of us then set off in pleasant sunshine for Ammanford and GCG with Jeremy D. disappearing into the distance never to be seen again (must have been the omelette) We split at Pontardawe and I reminded Chris R. to watch Alice Roberts on T.V. this week as we are “Alice addicts”  I asked him what would he prefer to have, Alice or the red Trek?   Yes! you’ve guessed it……….the red Trek!!   See you next week.  Bob H.

November 12th 2017

I can’t change gear” I said to Ian T. as we splashed, surfed and aquaplaned down the Neath valley. “Why not?”asked Simon H. My fingers were completely frozen,I could hardly move them from the ‘bars. Simon H. advised us not to take a hot bath or shower when we arrived home or we could develop chilblains…..  Hair loss, impotence, madness and eventual death. I was worried about the hair loss!  Chris R. Said “we should have stopped at the Little Chef for that coffee , … we approached Cadoxton, maybe we should turn around and go back!!” The cold and wet can have strange effects on some people!   Must end now as .I am busy ordering waterproof gloves. Bob H.

November 5th 2017

We had barely reached Clydach when Simon H. Suffered a broken spoke in his front wheel.He headed back home muttering something about visiting Jeremy Rees. My speedometer showed 2 m.p.h, as I crawled up the hill out of Pontardawe.(we really ought to give that hill a name).If that wasn’t soul destroying enough it came to rain again.Ian T. seeing my poor state decided to abandon Carreg Cennen and head for cafe in Ystadgynlais instead.Chris R. Rob M. Ian T. Sat down for a warming coffee and bacon butty. Three other cyclists entered, one wearing a club jersey! They claimed they were ex members from 20 years ago! I don’t know what woodwork they came out of.  Annoyingly the rain stopped when we reached Neath.  Happy cycling!  Bob H.