ColinJ, have you thought about asking one of your regular female riders to ''front'' your rides? I don't mean not do the rides, nor give up pushing them personally. Just, well, blokes can say that it's not testosterone fuelled till they're blue in the saddle, but some women might still feel intimidated. I suspect a woman would be likely to get a higher ratio of women to men on rides than a man would. I've no proof of that but maybe it's still worth a thought.
Nearly all the female cyclists I know are super-fit so it would be a bit fake really!
"Come on this ride - I'm female, so you will be okay - just grind up the hills with ColinJ at the back while I race the fast lads to the summits!"
Fiona N was organising a ride last year which ended up getting called off (you must try and resurrect it this summer Fiona!), but it was harder than any forum ride that I've ever organised - 200+ kms across the Yorkshire Dales!
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This was a year later, revisiting the hill wot did for Valencia's brakes.
It is (and i speak as a true flatlander) an absolutely glorious bit of the world!
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That's the kind of place that I like to cycle in!
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I thought about that on Saturday's forum ride. I'd drunk a big mug of tea before setting off and it was starting to trouble me but finding somewhere discrete to stop was surprisingly tricky. We were on quiet country lanes most of the time but there were enough passing cars to put me off just peeing at the side of the road. In the end, we found a broken section of dry stone wall and Hicky and I nipped behind that. It crossed my mind then that a woman might not fancy that location, and if she was wearing full winter kit like me, she would have to virtually strip unless she was carrying a
SheWee (or not wearing bibtights)! Mind you, we had passed Moor Lodge tea rooms earlier so anyone desperate could have nipped in there.