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Hangover remedy: A single dose of speed, once daily. Descenders Assemble! Jim Burley is an old mate, a bike mechanic’s bike mechanic, comedian, artist, musician and bon viveur. He also happens to be a consummate rider of many years standing, and a born Salopian (someone from Shropshire) who’s recently moved back to his homeland. In fact, the perfect guide. And Jim then introduced me to Simon Pearson, successful businessman, unfeasibly competent guitarist and a former downhill champion who also clearly knows a thing or two about riding a bike. We decided that the thing to do would be to ride a few of the best-loved trails in the area, and try to work out precisely what it is that puts steam in Shropshire rider’s strides. Morning has broken… The cross-country flavoured appeal of our first ride, Clee Hill, would’ve perhaps been better managed without the sort of decadence the previous evening provided. People in their 40s really should know better, but my inner 19-year-old shouts more loudly than the rest of me – especially after a couple (ahem) of Babychams. Steve Chapman from Ludlow-based Islabikes has kindly offered to meet up with us to show us some of his favourite trails in and around Clee Hill. Steve is lithe and fit looking, alert of eye and bushy of beard, and he’s sporting a very fine looking singlespeed hardtail rig. Pretty much all of this is in stark contrast to the rest of us, who are feeling the effects of some profound 2am over-indulgence in booze and guitars. My enfeebled limbs won’t help, either – my personal mantra excluding as it does such words as ‘training’. And ‘diet’. Oh dear. So Steve leads Jim, Simon and me swiftly upwards and we grind past disused quarries that would give steampunk aficionados conniptions, with disturbing golf-ball shaped radar installations glinting ominously in the distance. Any upward misery is nicely counterpointed though by the following gravity-enhanced hurtlings. On every climb Simon and Jim manfully try to keep Gazelleboy Steve in sight while I doggedly bring up the rear, and every descent is a chance to catch my breath and stuff my lungs back down into my chest. Yes, the descending is glorious; it’s hugely exposed in places, enclosed in others, rocky trails alternating with grass and mud mean it’s somewhat demanding in technique and riding those hills back up again mean the place is pretty demanding in fitness. But as fun as it is, there’s plenty of stuff like this elsewhere in the country. There has to be more to the birth of Salopian prodigies than challenging loops such as these. And so indeed it proves. Onward, knights! To Hopton! 92
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Hangover remedy: A single dose of speed, once daily.<br />
Descenders Assemble!<br />
Jim Burley is an old mate, a bike mechanic’s bike mechanic,<br />
comedian, artist, musician and bon viveur. He also happens<br />
to be a consummate rider of many years standing, and a born<br />
Salopian (someone from Shropshire) who’s recently moved<br />
back to his homeland. In fact, the perfect guide. And Jim then<br />
introduced me to Simon Pearson, successful businessman,<br />
unfeasibly competent guitarist and a former downhill<br />
champion who also clearly knows a thing or two about riding<br />
a bike.<br />
We decided that the thing to do would be to ride a few of<br />
the best-loved trails in the area, and try to work out precisely<br />
what it is that puts steam in Shropshire rider’s strides.<br />
Morning has broken…<br />
The cross-country flavoured appeal of our first ride, Clee Hill,<br />
would’ve perhaps been better managed without the sort of<br />
decadence the previous evening provided. People in their 40s<br />
really should know better, but my inner 19-year-old shouts<br />
more loudly than the rest of me – especially after a couple<br />
(ahem) of Babychams.<br />
Steve Chapman from Ludlow-based Islabikes has kindly<br />
offered to meet up with us to show us some of his favourite<br />
trails in and around Clee Hill. Steve is lithe and fit looking,<br />
alert of eye and bushy of beard, and he’s sporting a very fine<br />
looking singlespeed hardtail rig. Pretty much all of this is in<br />
stark contrast to the rest of us, who are feeling the effects of<br />
some profound 2am over-indulgence in booze and guitars.<br />
My enfeebled limbs won’t help, either – my personal mantra<br />
excluding as it does such words as ‘training’. And ‘diet’. Oh<br />
dear.<br />
So Steve leads Jim, Simon and me swiftly upwards and<br />
we grind past disused quarries that would give steampunk<br />
aficionados conniptions, with disturbing golf-ball shaped<br />
radar installations glinting ominously in the distance.<br />
Any upward misery is nicely counterpointed though by<br />
the following gravity-enhanced hurtlings. On every climb<br />
Simon and Jim manfully try to keep Gazelleboy Steve in sight<br />
while I doggedly bring up the rear, and every descent is a<br />
chance to catch my breath and stuff my lungs back down into<br />
my chest. Yes, the descending is glorious; it’s hugely exposed<br />
in places, enclosed in others, rocky trails alternating with<br />
grass and mud mean it’s somewhat demanding in technique<br />
and riding those hills back up again mean the place is pretty<br />
demanding in fitness.<br />
But as fun as it is, there’s plenty of stuff like this elsewhere<br />
in the country. There has to be more to the birth of Salopian<br />
prodigies than challenging loops such as these. And so indeed<br />
it proves. Onward, knights! To Hopton!<br />
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