Paul and Pete showing a distinct lack of dress sense congratulate each other on their sartorial selection. Shortly after this Paul on the left caught a rut and did a full forward rotation digging his handlebars into his ribs in the process. Like ouch dude!
He also managed to buckle his front wheel which we fixed in the time honoured manner by jumping on it until it was nearly flat again. Sadly we were so intent on getting him back on the track we forgot to take any photos.
The Old Green Track, lone rider in the groove.
This is where the track crosses Grim's Ditch on Blagdon Hill.
The photo was taken from the top of the giant earthworks probably built in the iron age.
Group Photo: Gormless at Grim's Ditch.
I look as if I've just won a grinning competition.
Pete looks as though he's just popped an entire banana in his mouth and is trying not to chew.
Paul T (seated) looks like he's posing for an engagement photograph and John looks chuffed because Paul said yes.
We nearly had a go at this one but there was rumoured to be an old Massey Ferguson tractor at the bottom.
A little autumnal colour on the tyres, or if you are reading this in the USA.
A little fall color on the tires.
Wherever you are reading this, they are stuck on with pig shit.
More Leaves and Pig Shit
A road covered in Pig Shit with the Fluorescent Brothers being pursued by a JCB covered in Pig Shit.
Ashes to Ashes.
The inevitable "Where the F*ck are we John" photo.
The inevitable Road Closed sign being ignored again.
A bit farther on, over the weakened bridge we met "White Van Man" coming the other way who took a bit of persuading that the road really was closed.
The inevitable puncture. John gives the Fluorescent Brothers lessons in puncture repair as Paul sends for assistance.