The M.M.B.C Old Goats

Im sure youll agree that this weeks FFB is a real honeydripper.

Where’s this then?

Answers on the back of a gel wrapper to:

The Ballbag
Goat Towers
Slapski’s Shed
Anagh Coar

MGMT

At Goat Towers we use the term ‘epic’ quite often. “Im just off for an epic love, dont worry, Ill flush it afterwards - or coax the bastard down with the bog brush” can often be heard in the unpleasant smelling foyer toilet. But tonights ride out was indeed an EPIC. I aint gonna harp on about where we went, cos its half past twelve and Im slipping into a coma. The reason its so late is cos we didnt get back to the cars until 10 past 11. 4 hrs 40 minutes beats our previous marriage straining 4 hrs 15 mins hands down. Not that we purposefully set out to be riding that long, its just how it pans out sometimes, and lets be honest the Old Goats never set out to do anything with any purpose.

And so it came to pass, that 8 Goats did wander up onto North Barrule, and I reckon 8 of them fell off coming down the other side - or some time during the evening’s pedalathon.

And so we say goodbye to our Bungalow venue for the foreseeable future. The Bungalow has proved to be incredibly popular (and challenging), with no route covered twice. We’ll be back there soon. Next week we’re gonna start from the Farmers Carpark in St Johns. This will give us easy access to the E2E course as well as keeping us away from the TT course during GP week. Note: Lights are needed again now as by 9ish its getting gloomy. By half past its pitch black!

Big ups to: Rich, Lee, Steve, Adrian, Mark H, Neil, Nick & Bonz.

Ooh, before I forget. Nick Cooper bags a Golden Goat for managing to navigate the rutted, sloppy, boulder strewn ascent from the Glenn Mona back to the Bungalow without lights. The lads unreal!

Rumbled again.

she aint no Lara Croft