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How much do you know about trailside first aid? August 21 2018, 0 Comments

How much do you know about trailside first aid? 

A quick look at what to do in an emergency should you stack it out on the trail.


Jasper Da Seymour, MTB Photographer March 01 2018, 0 Comments

Jasper Seymour is just an ordinary guy who "loves bikes, beers, burritos, hollering down the trail with mates and trail building." He also happens to be an amazing professional photographer from Tasmania.


Peaty's Bike Bonanza this weekend! November 09 2017, 0 Comments

 

If you live in the north of England, head along to the Magna Centre in Rotherham this Sunday for Peaty's Bike Bonanza.

This will be the 4th year we've done this event and it's always awesome, with so many bargains on offer, from pro-riders' and bike brands' end of season stuff to individual mountain bikers having a garage clear out.

We'll have loads of bargains on offer - all tees £20 and an 'end of line' bin full of tees for £10.

You'll also be able to by most of our range at a reduced price too.

Head over to Peaty's Bike Bonanza website for times, ticket info and directions.

http://www.peatysbikebonanza.co.uk/


We need to look after our playground January 29 2014, 0 Comments

How often have you been out on the trail and come across a discarded energy drink bottle or gel sachet, obviously left by another rider? As mountain bikers, the planet is our playground. So why are we ruining it for ourselves?

All too often, those who use the countryside don't appreciate what they have, and littering seems to be the most common offence. We could debate all the day the so-called 'damage' that mountain bikes do to the trails, especially in the winter when the ground is soft and at its most vulnerable. However, there is no excuse for littering the trail - any time of year.

So, while I was pondering about why some people, mountain bikers included, think it's perfectly reasonable to discard their plastic bottles and sachets, I came across this excellent info graphic which effectively demonstrates how much harm we do to our planet through the continued consumption and discarding of plastics.

Makes you think, doesn't it?

Maybe now we'll think twice if tempted to throw something down on the trail. And for those of us who're considered enough not to throw anything down, if you see littler on the trail, please stop, pick it up and take it home with you.

We need to look after our playground.

 

 

*Thanks to upworthy.com for sharing this


Broken Riders new 'salvaged' tees December 05 2013, 0 Comments

Broken Riders are excited to introduce our new 'salvaged' tees made from 100% recycled materials!

We've taken discarded waste cuttings from organic cotton clothing and blended them with recycled polyester drinking bottles to give you the ultimate, environmentally responsible poly-cotton tee. The people at Patagonia Apparel reckon that there's no need to produce any more polyester ever, as there's more than enough on the planet already. We totally agree, and by choosing to recycle, we're reducing landfill and helping to save valuable natural resources.

To get things going with our new t-shirt material, we've created what we think is our best design yet - 'Celebrate The Fail'. We're asking "why be embarrassed about your failures?" We should celebrate them as part of our learning experience. After all, there's no other way to improve other than to have a go.

So go ahead, celebrate your fail and show your pride in your improvement by wearing this awesome tee from Broken Riders!

Celebrate The Fail is available in both men's and women's sizes.

Men's: http://brokenriders.com/collections/men-s/products/men-s-celebrate-the-fail-tee

Women's: http://brokenriders.com/collections/women-s-apparel/products/womens-celebrate-the-fail-tee


TRAIL NAMES: you couldn’t make them up (except someone did) November 30 2013, 0 Comments

By Adele Mitchell (journalist, women’s cycling blogger and mountain biker!)

There are two things that are pretty much guaranteed to slice your confidence in two on a trail: one is being told that it ‘gets really, really technical, gnarly and steep once you get round that first corner’. The other is finding out that the trail is affectionately - and unofficially, of course - known as ‘Call The Air Ambulance’, ‘Six Months in Traction’ or ‘Best Not To Even Try’. *

Naming unofficial trails is absolutely necessary of course: otherwise how else are we going to impress everyone with our on-bike antics - or even describe where we’ve been? “I had a big off on that muddy downhill bit that goes over that big hump by those huge trees” is more likely to result in clueless head shaking than nods of sympathy. Give that trail a stupidly daunting name though, and you’re suddenly a superhero.

We all know the names are created by testosterone fuelled imaginations rather than being a product of precisely measured grading - yet still they strike fear into my heart. Here in the Surrey Hills, for instance, the prize for the most terrifying (yet publishable) trail name surely goes to Deliverance – a very long and very sheer roll-down - and funnily enough it took just one glance over the top of it to convince me to turn my bike around and ride somewhere else.  There are other trails too with names so wholly inappropriate and wince-inducing that it’s probably best not to write them down here. I peer over the top of those and turn around, as well.

However I managed to ride trails called Carnage Hill, Rude Awakening and Highway to Hell at Swinley Forest without being evenly remotely terrified (and believe me, that’s really quite unusual); possibly because I didn’t realise what they were called until I got home and looked on Strava.

To confuse matters, some of the most technical and potentially dangerous trails have deceptively bland names – local skills coach Richard Kelly from All Biked Up http://www.allbikedup.com sites Ambivalence (next to Deliverance!) – a drop with a near flat landing (and therefore not going on my ‘to do’ list anytime soon) as an example. He also pointed out that Cliff Richard, also on Leith Hill, ‘has claimed numerous collar bones’.

Which just goes to show, whatever the trail name, you just can’t predict what’s going to be around that first corner!

*Note to the foolhardy who are now frantically searching for these trails on Strava: forget it, they don’t exist (unless you know differently, of course…)

Follow Adele on Twitter: @adelemitchell

Photo Credit: Paul Mitchell Photography


Free Shipping from Now Until December 17th 2013! November 21 2013, 0 Comments

We're offering FREE SHIPPING ANYWHERE on all orders from now until December 17th 2013*!


*Only one free shipment per customer

This offer applies to orders placed online through brokenriders.com
The offer applies to standard shipping globally. Free shipping is not valid for any other mailing option other than standard 1st class standard shipping.

For further information, please contact: Broken Riders Apparel, 42 Maldon Road, Brighton, BN1 5BE, UK

© 2013 Broken Riders Apparel


You've gotta fight for your right to ride your bike... November 18 2013, 0 Comments

Anyone recovering from a serious crash should read Broken Rider Claudia Clémont's blog. Claudia had a serious smash earlier this year leaving her with a broken wrist, and she's now fighting to get back to fitness and continue to do what she loves the most - riding her mountain bike seriously fast!

You can read Claudia's blog here: http://claudiaclement.me/2013/11/17/have-no-fear-when-coming-back-from-an-injury/


Where Is the 'Performance' In Performance? October 14 2013, 0 Comments

The following article was written by Darren Roberts from Peak Performance Fitness, an award winning elite sports consultancy working with the most challenging, inspiring, innovative, athletes, teams and brands in the world today including Red Bull UK High Peformance Programme athletes the Athertons and Danny MacAskill.

I’m often asked what training an athlete should and shouldn’t do. Which exercises are best for certain sports or to help improve performance. The thing is, I’m not sure what ‘performance’ means anymore, ironic as I’m supposed to be a high performance manager. A fitness or S&C coach (not sure what the difference is there either) will try and ‘improve’ performance by manipulating adaptations to muscles and energy systems. We make the athlete fitter and stronger through constructing pretty undulating periodised training plans with micro and macro cycles, all coloured coded and everything. By getting the athlete to follow these plans, they follow the undulating wave upwards – riding the supercompensations. As coaches we sit back and marvel at our work as the athlete gets fitter and stronger which is making them a ‘better’ athlete, it’s improving their ‘performance’ isn’t it? Maybe not.


Metaphorically we train athletes today based on information we found out last week, when we really need to be preparing them for tomorrow. Preparing athletes for competition, to ‘perform’ in front of a crowd – with everything and anything ‘riding’ on the performance isn’t something that is achieved through simply increasing 3 rep max on deadlift. An SRM crank isn’t going to help with the split second instinctual reaction an athlete can make at a given moment which may decide whether they’re world champion or not. I’m not talking about sports psychology, or NLP – but a rounded approach which acknowledges the ‘performance’ in the performance, in a theatrical sense.

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It’s not just about ‘positive self talk’ from a psychological view, or how effectively the muscles can produce and maintain strength, power and endurance, how efficiently the cardio vascular system can transport oxygen to the muscles. It’s putting on a show, rising to the occasion, literally ‘performing’ in front of a crowd with very real consequences to both failure and success, which are also public. When does an athlete stop being a collection of data points, key performance indicators and energy systems to be manipulated and become a person? If coaching is as much an art as it is a science can’t the same be said for athletes? We see artists as creative people, creating something from nothing. Isn’t this what athletes do? Aren’t they creative? Isn’t that creativity and emotional expression key to their performance?

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I was at the NIke Performance Summit recently, and humbled to be invited to it again. A question was posed. In percentage terms, how much is that ‘moment’ that deciding moment when a game turns, a decision by an athlete which turns events – is down to the mental x factor, creativity whatever you want to call it?’. 150 of the world’s top practitioners generally agreed it was 60%+. Now that’s an arbitrary number, but the point is we all agreed it was a significant portion of the deciding factor in a competitive environment, in front of a crowd – but does that play a significant part of our preparation? No.

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There’s a lot more to high performance than physiological and psychological measures. What can be learned from other people that have to perform at a high level, such as special forces? They don’t know what they’re going to do, or where, with life threatening consequences but still manage. In sport we know when the races are, how long they are and who else is going to be there – in fact there isn’t anything we don’t know about the challenge the athlete will face (apart from possibly weather), so what’s the problem?

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Are we making it too complicated for ourselves? Possibly, but the next frontier in athlete performance is not exponentially more complicated ways to gather data to manipulate muscles. The next frontier is in creativity, artistry – exploring and understanding the art of performance. So the key message, is get yourself signed up to your local amateur dramatics society and watch your race times fall!

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If you're interested in finding out how Darren and Peak Performance Fitness can help you on your road to recovery, or to achieve your performance goals, you can find them at: www.peakperformancefitness.org

 

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Mountain bike trail hunting in the Dordogne, pt.2 October 13 2013, 0 Comments

After a glorious ten days in the Perigord Vert region of the Dordogne, we packed up, said our goodbyes and headed south to stay with family in Beaumont du Périgord in the 'Périgord Pourpre' (Purple Périgord) region for a couple of days. This is an area I've visited on a number of occasions and so know my way around a little better than the north of the region. However, my last visit with a mountain bike was over ten years ago, and so I was keen to get out into the countryside and explore what the area had to offer in terms of trail riding.

Beaumont du Périgord
Beaumont du Périgord (or Beaumont), sits on top of a ridge that flanks the river Couze and is one of many imposing Bastide towns in the region. Chosen for their strategic positions, bastide towns were set up as early as the 13th century in order to establish a more modern society in what was, at the time, a rather wild and inhospitable part of Europe. Many, including Beaumont, were used to gain a military advantage during the 100 years war and became heavily fortified, often using a fortified church tower as an observation post.

While I'm no military strategist, one thing I do know about bastide towns is that they generally have some steep terrain around them and Beaumont proved to be no exception. With over 100km of trails in the area I was spoilt for choice, and after buying a 'cartes IGN' map of the region (1937 O if you're interested), I eagerly planned my first ride.

The Rollercoaster
Setting off from Beaumont I headed east and quickly picked up a trail that began at the road-side just out of town. Heading swiftly across the dry grass I entered a little copse, turned a corner and was met by around ten people on horseback blocking my progress. Fortunately, the group leader spotted me and waved me past, and I didn't need a second invitation. The good nature of all trail users I came across in France, whether on foot or horseback, was a refreshing change from the usual reception encountered near my home in south east England. Everyone was really friendly and almost always smiled and waved, sometimes shouting encouragement ("Allez! Allez!"), as I did my best (read: poor) impersonation of Fabien Barell!

Quickly leaving the group on horseback behind, I followed the trail up a steep incline as it traced the tree line to my left. At the top of the climb, the trail ran out and met with a tarmac road for around 200m before I spotted an opening and a likely looking trail. I wasn't disappointed, as the trail dipped savagely into some woods, full of ruts and roots and small lips which provided a decent amount of boost to get some air. Hitting these lips provided great fun and the trail seemed to steepen, then level off, then incline slightly before becoming even steeper than the previous downhill section. The trail ran like this for a good mile or so, testing my skills and nerve, as the ruts became deeper, often filled with the dust of a hot, dry summer. I decided that this trail had to be called Rollercoaster!

As I reached the bottom of the trail I could see that the height I'd shed was going to have to be paid for, and crunched down through the gears in order to begin the slow climb out from the bottom of the valley. The climb was tough. Rocky, rooty erosion channels pushed my front tyre into a line I didn't want to take and forced me to really put the power through the pedals in order to keep moving. Rising temperatures that were close to 30 degrees centigrade didn't help, and by the time I got to the top of the trail and burst out onto the road at Léomard I was exhausted. Looking on my iPhone at my Strava app, I'd only ridden eight miles.

From Léomard I headed down towards the river Couze, turning north to follow the river until I hit the few houses that make up La Moulinotte. I saw the most beautiful house here, which was a converted forge, complete with waterwheel and lake. Yours for only one million Euros, I was to learn later! From here I headed back west to complete the loop and back to Beaumont. Distance covered: 13 miles.

St-Avit-Senieur
My appetite well and truly whetted, the next day I set off on an even bigger adventure. Following my route from the previous day, I hit the aptly named Rollercoaster trail, thoroughly enjoying its contours as my 'trail memory' allowed me to be much gentler on the brakes and more effective with my lip-boosting. The trail didn't disappoint and was even better than the previous day.  As I climbed out of the valley towards Léomard the rain began - I knew it was coming as I'd read the forecast - and I pushed on down the other side of the hill towards the river Couze. From the valley bottom I climbed toward St-Avit-Sénieur, slowly making my way up a steep open trail in what was rapidly becoming heavy and persistent rain. 

After stopping under the shade of an oak tree and munching on a powerbar, I decided against visiting the 11th century church in the centre of St-Avit-Senieur in order to limit the amount of time I'd be spending stationery in my now sodden riding gear - I was getting cold. I had no reason to be alarmed, as a steep climb up and over the hill to the hamlet of Les Giroux soon warmed me up. Now my biggest problem wasn't the cold but the heat - I needed to wear my Oakleys in order to keep the driving rain out of my eye, but every time I put them on they misted up within seconds! 

Despite my best intentions to make this a really long, all day ride, the weather was getting the better of me. I was soaked through to the skin and with no sign of the rain even easing, let alone stopping, I decided to head back to Beaumont. From Les Giroux I followed a trail into the trees that headed west and then plummeted steeply down to the river Couze. Although broken, rutted and overgrown, the dressed stone surface of the trail betrayed this trail as an old drovers' road which was originally cobbled in order to allow farmers to drive their cattle to market. On another day this could have been an incredible trail - on this particular day the surface of broken cobbles, tree roots and moss made it treacherous, and my tyres lost their grip twice, depositing me hard onto the trail.

On reaching the river I crossed via a footbridge and ground my way up through woods of walnut and oak trees, towards the ridge upon which Beamont stands. Again, on another day, this particular trail, which ran almost parallel with the D25 to Beaumont, would have been amazing. If it had been dry, I'd have probably ground my way up to the top and then turned around and hammered back down!

I finally reached Beaumont, satisfied at having competed the ride, but a little upset at having only completed twelve miles on what was probably going to be my last ride of the holiday. Also, I'd worn a hole in the seat of my shorts due to a mixture of moisture and mud!

The following day my bitterness melted as we attended the Beaumont night market, a regular event that is a combination of local food and wine producers selling their wares in the town square, and once purchased, visitors can sit at trestle tables and eat and drink the night away. On this particular evening, we were lucky enough to be accompanied by a fantastic blues band playing some great rhythm and blues.

At the end of the day...
After only a brief time riding in the Dordogne, one thing is certain. The region is a fantastic place to ride. At times it reminded me of my local trails in the South Downs in the south of the UK, and then at other times it was so rocky and steep that it could have been a region in the lower French Alps. The variety of trails was astonishing, and although definitely cross country, I felt there were enough technical elements and opportunities for speed to keep most people happy. Having a map is crucial, as is being able to read it. Signage can be hard to spot in some areas, and there are very few people around to show you where to go if you get lost. I would advise to always plan a route before you leave AND make sure you tell someone else where you're going. I'd love to go back and ride more; perhaps north east of Beaumont around the Vézère Valley or in the Périgord Noir region to the south east, which includes places such as La Roque-Gageac and Beynac-et-Cazenac. The area would be an awesome place to start a guided mountain bike business - you could have some great fun building your own trails, or 'modifying' existing ones.

Finally, always check when you're planning to go to the Dordogne. You can ride all year round, but be aware that in some regions it may be hunting season. And while an average mountain biker careering through the woods doesn't really look like a deer or wild boar, you wouldn't really want to take the risk of being shot, or of ruining the hunters' carefully prepared shooting grounds now, would you?!  


Mountain bike trail hunting in the Dordogne, pt.1 September 05 2013, 0 Comments

Fortunately for me, although some may disagree, I'm not a wild boar. Although having ended my brief, if exciting ride down what looked like promising singletrack to be met with yet another huntsmans' hide, I could certainly empathise with the wild beasts. The hide leaves you with nowhere to run (or cycle), and with no option but to turn around and grind back up towards the road I dodged the imaginary lead shot heading my way and began pedalling. 

This is how it is when you mountain bike in the Dordogne, France. It's a mixture of ecstasy as you find the sweetest piece of natural, forest singletrack and utter frustration as it abruptly ends for no reason other than the hunters thought that this would be a great location at which to have a go at ending the life of some poor, unfortunate creature.

My riding adventures were part of a family holiday to the Dordogne, and so choosing the locations were always going to be a compromise of some sort; it had to be an area with accommodation, it had to have some appeal for the kids (note: swimming pool required), and it really ought to be beautiful scenery - preferably with hills, lots of hills. The last of those three parameters, was of course, my own requirement.

Green Perigord
Settling on a rented gite in a village called Bourdeilles in the Périgord Vert" (Green Périgord) region of northern Dordogne as the first part of our holiday, my initial thoughts were that "it's a bit flat". However, once I actually got hold of a map (the blue Carte de Randonnée 1934O), things began to look up. Laying the map flat out on the table, I spotted little paths everywhere, and although there was certainly no great height to be dealt with, some of the contours looked nicely packed together.

So straight into it, and eager to go, my first ride was a real exploration of the local area. Setting off from our accommodation I took one of the white, dusty farm tracks which run along the ridge from the south west of Bourdeilles to Valeuil. Pretty soon noticing a promising track off to my right, I dropped in, to be greeted by a decent little section of trail that descended into the valley below. Although a natural trail, I found lots of elements to boost off and get some air. The holiday had begun!

Once at the bottom of the valley, the trail snaked its way back up the other side, pushing its way steeply through a copse to the top of the hill. As I reached the copse, a mass of butterflies flew up in my face. There were hundreds of the things, flapping in front of my face and making me feel like I was a character in a fairy tale. The 'wicked witch' soon appeared in the form of a broken chain about ten metres further up the trail. Not sure why, but one of the pins had sheared clean through. After a bit of cursing, the chain splitter on my multi-tool did the job and I was back in action. Unbelievably, his was to be my only mechanical of the whole three weeks.

Pretty soon after the trail ended, and I burst out onto a tarmac road. Several promising paths leading into the forest resulted in cursing from myself as I dived in and then had to pedal back up the steep hill - they just ended, not going anywhere. With the forest being too thick to make my way through, I had no option but to head back up towards the road and try another option. Frustrated and knackered, I headed back to the gite.

South Towards Bussac
The next day I headed out in the opposite direction, south towards Bussac. Within two minutes I found a trail marked by the welcoming yellow marks of the GRP network. Covering over 25,000 miles across France, these trails are local area networks (unlike the red and white marked trails of the long distance GR network). A short, steep climb bordered by fields of sunflowers put me on top of the ridge, with a great vantage point from which to assess where I should go next. I settled for a section of double track that lead off to my left and into the forest. Suitably ragged, it provided a great bit of fun... unit it ended at what can only be described as a hunter's watchtower. This homemade structure towered about ten metres and must have presumably been made by local hunters so that they could spot and blast their prey in the dense forest. I was becoming despondent as every decent trail ended all too quickly.

Making my way back up to the top, I spotted a clearing in the forest that looked like a footpath. Guided by desperation to find somewhere decent to descend at speed, I pushed my bars in the direction of the clearing. After only a few metres, the footpath widened to that of a regular bike-friendly trail, becoming steeper and steeper. I grinned at finally having found some challenging trail. As my speed increased, so did the technical challenges I faced. Natural steps in the trail, caused by years of erosion, provided awesome drop-offs to negotiate. It reminded me of the latter sections of White's Level at Afan, although considerably shorter.

All too soon it was over, and I headed back onto the road and towards Bussac. After a brief fuel stop in the village, I picked up the GR36 and moved east towards La Courelie. This was a tough climb, the trail having been weathered by the wet ravages of winter weather and the hot, dry summer. After La Courelie the trail levelled out a little, and once through Le Puy-Mas I was back on the road, but at least I was at the top of the valley. The map came out of my Camelbak, and looking down I noticed I was standing on a road marking for the route of the Tour de Dordogne, a popular French road race of around 590km which happens every July. As I scoured the landscape for any sign of a trail heading down from the ridge towards Biras, I spotted some power lines running steeply down the side of the hill.

The excitement increased as I headed towards the power lines and spotted a trail opening. Hitting the entry at speed I was greeted by a soft loamy trail that snaked its way down the steep sided valley through the pine trees. Bouncing off tree roots and boosting off small ramps, my bike ripped down the trail, taking everything in its stride. At the bottom of the trail, a right-handed natural berm enabled me to maintain some speed until the terrain levelled out and back onto the road. Although only just over half a kilometre long, this was definitely the best moment of riding so far. Fork lock-out on, I grunted back up the steep switchback tarmac road to have another go. Two more high speed runs later, and heading low on water and energy, I decided to figure out the quickest way to get back to Bourdeilles - but not before having marked the trail on the map and obviously naming it 'Le Powerline'.

Heading north on the road, I hit a crossroads, one branch of which was a track heading in roughly the direction I wanted to go. This seemed like the obvious choice, but given previous experience, and my low energy levels, I decided to check on the map before I headed downhill. Sure enough, the map confirmed that the trail ran down the hill to the east and north the beautiful Chateau de la Cote, and met with a road which would lead me back to Bourdeilles.

Within a couple of minutes the track ended, my progress halted by a chain-link fence barring entry. Looking around, I saw another, narrower trail to my right. Choosing this, and hoping it had the desired location at the other end, I pointed my Stumpjumper down the hill. The trail steepened, and pretty soon I was blasting through an oak wood, flying over exposed roots and leaving a trail of dust and flying acorns. At the bottom of the trail I was met with a series of natural whoops, which I tried to manual, and failed to on all but the first. The trail crossed a stream and continued to head north until it met the road which took me back to Bourdeilles. Exhausted, but elated having found some decent trails, I showered, opened a beer and set to work on cooking a rather large dinner on the barbecue for myself and the family to celebrate.

The following days were spent repeating my new found trails and sessioning the wonderful downhill trails I had found, although all the while conscious that during the previous days' four hour rides I hadn't seen another single person...

For my final ride in the Périgord Vert region, I decided to head to the highest local point, Bourland - although at only 237m, it hardly qualifies as a high peak. My loop this time involved heading east along the ridge as I'd done on the first ride. Continuing on past the trail where I experienced the butterflies, I headed towards Le Baconnet and up through the forest towards La Chauterie via a steep, tough, wooded climb. At La Chauterie, I turned right at a house surrounded by coaches (maybe the owner had a coach hire business?), and hit a nice, long section of farm track heading down the valley towards Chateau La Cote. The dusty trail picked up speed as it headed towards the bottom of the valley, where it carved left. Nature provided a fabulous berm for me to rail and maintain my speed until the trail levelled out and I found myself climbing up the oak wood trail with the whoops. Grinding to the top, I couldn't resist another crack at Le Powerline trail, which was about four hundred metres up the road and would take me down into Biras.

The climb out of Biras was tough, as a worn, rocky technical trail tested my endurance and strength. Once out of Biras I followed the trail to Le Montet, crossing a stream only to be greeted with yet another sharp climb as the trail headed north through some woods. If there were many more climbs like this one I would begin to struggle, as the temperature was soaring to around 32 degrees and I was beginning to boil. Once out of the woods I could see the water tower which marked the highest point, and so my mood was lifted. However, first I had to cross a steep sided valley, with the trail heading steeply downhill and meandering its way back out towards the hamlet of Bourland.

 

Once through Bourland I rested at the water tower, contented by the fact that my route back to Bourdeilles was going to be pretty much downhill all the way. I followed an uneventful double track back in the direction of Le Baconnet, making sure to hammer down the trail I'd climb up a few hours earlier. I hadn't realised how rocky the trail was as it swept to the right, and I almost lost the back end of the bike as I skipped from one section to another to avoid a football sized rock. From Le Baconnet it was back onto the tarmac and then up to the ridge track and back to Bourdeilles and an ice cold beer.

To be continued...


Broken Riders Well & Truly Launched! July 10 2013, 0 Comments

Wow! What an amazing weekend we just had at Brighton's Paddle Round The Pier event! Everything about the two days went really well. The stand looked awesome - a big thank you to Surf & Turf and Face Creative for supplying everything on time and looking so good. The weather was incredible, and over 60,000 people attended the event, raising thousands of pounds for the RNLI.

The Broken Riders crew on the stand did an incredible job in the searing heat, handing out almost 500 promotional leaflets (thanks to Genie Design & Print for getting them printed in record time), and putting stickers on almost every bike and board that came past the Broken Riders stand! We also sold a few t-shirts too...

We met some great people over the weekend, and some of the other brands there were really helpful and gave me lots of useful tips and advice. A big shout out to Bamboo Bay and Retrosexual Clothing in particular - thanks guys. Anyone looking for surf inspired clothing should check them out (links at the bottom of this post).

So the Broken Riders brand is well and truly out there in the public domain. I still can't believe it's true, but I felt really proud for myself and everyone else involved when I saw the stand dressed and ready to go on the Saturday morning. The event wouldn't have been possible without the following people, to whom I'd like to say a big thank you: Janine, Nige, Zeina, Tom, Lisa, Fiona, Pippa, Giles, Marc, Nina and Jez.

Our next event will be the Brighton Big Dog mountain bike race, organised by the guys at Morvélo. It takes place on 10th August at Stanmer Park, Brighton. Hope to see you all there.

Cheers!

Tom


First Blog Post! May 10 2013, 5 Comments

Hi, and welcome to the Broken Riders blog. This blog will probably consist of my ramblings and a few photos with hopefully a few laughs along the way!

At the moment we're busy getting ready for our launch at Brighton's Paddle Round The Pier event. Billed as 'The world’s biggest FREE beach and water sports festival' and with the full backing of Brighton & Hove Council, visitors to Paddle Round The Pier can experience surfing, stand up paddle boarding, bmx, kayaking, skating, windsurfing and free running,land paddling, kitesurfing and even freestyle mountain biking. takes place on Hove seafront on 6th & 7th July. Broken Riders will have a stall within the traders' market and it should prove to be an amazing weekend.

 

Why not come on down, experience the atmosphere and maybe even treat yourself to a Broken Riders t-shirt or two?!