2025 - Our Rides in Words, Photos, Maps and Videos
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Jeremy McCreary
Bought it anyway
- Region
- USA
- City
- Carlsbad, CA
I've been known to go way past turnaround points just to have a good excuse to fly all the way home in SPORT with the Carrot Effect turned up to 11.
I need a warning sign for people behind me on coast rides:
This is pursuant to Rule 37: All coast rides shall include at least one beach stop to commune with the ocean.
Maybe it's the same with you.
Chargeride
Well-Known Member
I had the most epic ride yesterday, probably the first one in my life where I considered calling in helicopter rescue, this is the famous rickety toll bridge over the ship
canal, it was going to be demolished for years, but they decided to save it
It descends into Trafford, which is the name of the Manchester United football teams stadium, Old Trafford, and it is old.
Granite fences and gas lights
A beautiful bridle way skimming the Mersey, found a lamb out of its field, of course it ran in front of me and they will run for miles, luckily it spotted a gap quite
quickly and saved my guilt of getting it completely lost.
The path to the disused railway bridge was ludicrously overgrown, complete with face height brambles
The work they have done to stop people climbing it, what a hideous eyesore at a high point.
Then a ride to the lock crossing to get me back over the canal, this is a clear path on google maps, the bright sun was too much for my old gopro, even -1 exposure
was over saturating, I reall need to buy the DJI with much better dynamic range.
I didnt know if I could get the bike over the locks and then i was met with a motorbike that had just come over it.
So industrial, but the trees and the age of so much of it gives it a post 28 days feel at times.
I tried a completely random trail on the way back ,this is the one that tested my mettle, i should have really turned back after coming across this a mile into it.
These cars must have been driven for miles before being burnt out, there is no way out of here without bushwacking through dense brush.
I came across that bridge under repair, they had built a long road in, but there was no one about and a huge fence dug into the bush was blocking a quick escape, so I carried on.
It got darker and scarier and more remote, then the path abruptly ended with some hillbilly style, rusty welded fencing and no entry signs.
After checking my map I realised I had reached another river across my path, and the ancient bridge was completely fenced off, there was one bit where people had pulled away
the barrier, but it was sat over a twenty foot drop, I managed to pull the bike up and over from the most precarious starting point.
This completely exhausted me.
So I'm on my way, but have zero clue if this path continued, zooming in on maps just revealed fields and trees for miles, I was genuinely reaching that ominous feeling, but the
thought of riding all the way back kept me going.
I can only describe the next four miles as extreme tension, the path alternated between barely there to this.
Eventually I heard the M6 and my spirits rose, but I wasnt out of it yet, I realised with a sinking feeling I was stuck between the river and the canal on a strip of land, but there was aroad so it must lead somewhere and they must need to maintain this part of the bridge.
I followed it for miles to be met with this, the fence went right out over the river to the left, I considered trying to climb it , but really how could I get the bike over that?
So I bush rode alongside the fence and luckily found a gap, the feeling of relief as I realised civilisation was back was incredible.
That increasing doom like mental state that had set in as I rode alone through a disused path that just seem to wander through the woods, all I needed was crows following me
to finish off the house of horrors effect.
These emotions are the spice of life, all the time I was thinking I could just whack to the road, but it was a good mile of impenetrable bush.
Great day, got home covered in cuts and aching limbs.
canal, it was going to be demolished for years, but they decided to save it
It descends into Trafford, which is the name of the Manchester United football teams stadium, Old Trafford, and it is old.
Granite fences and gas lights
A beautiful bridle way skimming the Mersey, found a lamb out of its field, of course it ran in front of me and they will run for miles, luckily it spotted a gap quite
quickly and saved my guilt of getting it completely lost.
The path to the disused railway bridge was ludicrously overgrown, complete with face height brambles
The work they have done to stop people climbing it, what a hideous eyesore at a high point.
Then a ride to the lock crossing to get me back over the canal, this is a clear path on google maps, the bright sun was too much for my old gopro, even -1 exposure
was over saturating, I reall need to buy the DJI with much better dynamic range.
I didnt know if I could get the bike over the locks and then i was met with a motorbike that had just come over it.
So industrial, but the trees and the age of so much of it gives it a post 28 days feel at times.
I tried a completely random trail on the way back ,this is the one that tested my mettle, i should have really turned back after coming across this a mile into it.
These cars must have been driven for miles before being burnt out, there is no way out of here without bushwacking through dense brush.
I came across that bridge under repair, they had built a long road in, but there was no one about and a huge fence dug into the bush was blocking a quick escape, so I carried on.
It got darker and scarier and more remote, then the path abruptly ended with some hillbilly style, rusty welded fencing and no entry signs.
After checking my map I realised I had reached another river across my path, and the ancient bridge was completely fenced off, there was one bit where people had pulled away
the barrier, but it was sat over a twenty foot drop, I managed to pull the bike up and over from the most precarious starting point.
This completely exhausted me.
So I'm on my way, but have zero clue if this path continued, zooming in on maps just revealed fields and trees for miles, I was genuinely reaching that ominous feeling, but the
thought of riding all the way back kept me going.
I can only describe the next four miles as extreme tension, the path alternated between barely there to this.
Eventually I heard the M6 and my spirits rose, but I wasnt out of it yet, I realised with a sinking feeling I was stuck between the river and the canal on a strip of land, but there was aroad so it must lead somewhere and they must need to maintain this part of the bridge.
I followed it for miles to be met with this, the fence went right out over the river to the left, I considered trying to climb it , but really how could I get the bike over that?
So I bush rode alongside the fence and luckily found a gap, the feeling of relief as I realised civilisation was back was incredible.
That increasing doom like mental state that had set in as I rode alone through a disused path that just seem to wander through the woods, all I needed was crows following me
to finish off the house of horrors effect.
These emotions are the spice of life, all the time I was thinking I could just whack to the road, but it was a good mile of impenetrable bush.
Great day, got home covered in cuts and aching limbs.
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stompandgo
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- Region
- USA
There's no maybe about it, brother.
Watana Bob
Well-Known Member
- Region
- USA
You ride some crazy places Charge!
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