arallsopp
Post of The Year 2009 winner
- Location
- Bromley, Kent
So there I was last night. Two weeks into ownership of an SMGTe and about 30 miles in the seat. Its raining, my boys and I are out for our once regular weekly ride. We head off into country lanes, aiming for about 10 miles or so. Early days for me, and plenty of good climbs up towards Keston / Biggin Hill.
Coming back, its dark. There are oil spills in the road. My buddy Als is out infront on a DF. Another is behind on a skinny tyred hybrid. I'm in the middle, just above the floor, enjoying the rain in my face. We're all entirely too close together.
Single carriageway road, dropping fast into the valley from Leaves Green. I'm enjoying rolling up behind Als, freewheeling far faster than he's pedalling, then squeezing the brakes and dropping back a little so as to do it all again. Looking for the perfect spot of proving I'm faster, whilst trying not to compromise safety.
Just as all three of us bunch up, Als gets something in his eye (other than envy for my bike) and grabs his brakes. We go into a 5 wheel skid (not bad between the 3 of us) and I find myself very much aware that I'm drifting sideways on both wheels. The bike stays absolutely balanced, facing just a few degrees off the direction its actually travelling. I have a little think about which is the rear brake and which is the front, let go of both and gently squeeze them back on (rear first) until wheels are spinning roughly the same speed that I'm moving. Bike felt like coasting on a supermarket trolley over polished marble for a few seconds, but never gave the impression it was going to drop me.
Poor buddy behind was in a DF front wheel skid and not loving it one bit. He'd have let the front out and grabbed the back had I not been drifting sideways across the road infront of him
What a fantastic bike. By all rights I should be in a ditch somewhere covered in rain water, but instead I'm just very wet, heart racing, and with a great big grin.
Coming back, its dark. There are oil spills in the road. My buddy Als is out infront on a DF. Another is behind on a skinny tyred hybrid. I'm in the middle, just above the floor, enjoying the rain in my face. We're all entirely too close together.
Single carriageway road, dropping fast into the valley from Leaves Green. I'm enjoying rolling up behind Als, freewheeling far faster than he's pedalling, then squeezing the brakes and dropping back a little so as to do it all again. Looking for the perfect spot of proving I'm faster, whilst trying not to compromise safety.
Just as all three of us bunch up, Als gets something in his eye (other than envy for my bike) and grabs his brakes. We go into a 5 wheel skid (not bad between the 3 of us) and I find myself very much aware that I'm drifting sideways on both wheels. The bike stays absolutely balanced, facing just a few degrees off the direction its actually travelling. I have a little think about which is the rear brake and which is the front, let go of both and gently squeeze them back on (rear first) until wheels are spinning roughly the same speed that I'm moving. Bike felt like coasting on a supermarket trolley over polished marble for a few seconds, but never gave the impression it was going to drop me.
Poor buddy behind was in a DF front wheel skid and not loving it one bit. He'd have let the front out and grabbed the back had I not been drifting sideways across the road infront of him

What a fantastic bike. By all rights I should be in a ditch somewhere covered in rain water, but instead I'm just very wet, heart racing, and with a great big grin.