Andy plews

Name- Andy Plews

Nick Name- Malc

Age- 22

Height- 5foot 9 inch

Weight- 11 1/2

Qualities- Good with Lamposts

Info-

Phill Baird

Name- Phill Baird

Nick Name- DVD

Age- 42

Height- 4 foot 9 inch

Weight- 10 stone

Qualities- Lead out Man

Info-

James Rushton

Name- James Ruston

Nick Name- Monkey

Age- 18

Height- 4 foot 9 inch

Weight- ?

Qualities- small with long arms

Info-

Adrain Walsh

Name- Adrain Walsh

Nick Name- Walshy

Age- ?

Height- 3 foot 9 inch

Weight- ?

Qualities- answers on a post card please

Info-

Mick Day

Name- Mick Day

Nick Name-

Age- 72

Height- 4 foot 9 inch

Weight- ?

Qualities- strong/cheeky bloke

Info- Dillon's Mate

come on Mick send me a picture..

Richard Harrison

Name- Richard Harrison

Nick Name-

Age- ?

Height- 5 foot 9 inch

Weight- ?

Qualities- The Lone break/ Last years overall winner

Info- Broke his ankle jumping out of a Plane the other Year.

Follow Your Folly

Destination Buckden

Buckden Run 24th Jan 09

Ever Saturday in January and February Cafe Racing is suspended to allow rides to get fit for the road racing season ahead. Most use the "Buckden Runs" for this purpose.

So what is the Buckden Run? its a ride that leaves Keighley in West Yorkshire and heads out to Buckden which is a small village situated at the foot of Buckden Pike at the head of upper Wharfedale in the Yorkshire Dales. once at buckden the riders relieve and refuel then selves turn and follow there steps back down the valley via Kilsney and Threshfield on to Skipton and back in to Keighley which is about 60miles in total. These rides are covered in all weather rain ,sleet, snow and Wind sometimes even on a nice day.

Over the year the ride has attracted many top rides including Gez Hunt, Lance Armstrong and Nick Dillon and even Garry Shaw from time to time.

Rider stopped in Buckden relieving them selves ready for the ride back

Tales of the winter rider

It’s still dark outside. It might be wet or windy. It is definitely cold. Your bed is warm. For any normal person, there is no decision to be made, just a flicker of consciousness before turning over, pulling up the covers and sinking back into luxurious slumber.

But you are no normal person. You are a cyclist. Whereas for normal people a Sunday morning in winter is a good reason to make like a mammal that hibernates, you are stealing from your cosy nest. Stealthily, so as not to disturb the normal people you live with.

Cyclists are covert operatives, undercover athletes. Our plans are semi-secret; our rendezvous with other riders in the pale dawn are in obscure locations, unfrequented byways. We keep such odd hours that we are near-nocturnal. Riding out through the suburbs before daybreak, we are as likely to encounter a fox in the road as a car. The fox regards you with bold curiosity, recognising you perhaps as some kind of renegade relative, a slightly deranged distant cousin.

The cold creeps up on you. At first, it hits you only in the face, like an application of witch-hazel, tautening your skin with its sudden astringency. The rest of you, body and limbs and extremities, are so bundled up and wrapped in layers of form-fitting fabric, that it becomes almost impossible to summon up the sensation of cycling in summer: what it feels like to ride in shorts and short-sleeved jersey demands a conceptual leap beyond what the mind is capable of on a dark winter’s day.

There is no real moment of dawn, just a gradual adjustment of brightness and contrast. In summer, there is a distinct shift from night to light, from monochrome to colour; but in winter, in the country, everything is dun, a restrained palette that runs the gamut from khaki to brown: as though nature itself is in camouflage, hunkered down in its bunker waiting for this cold war to thaw.

But for you, rider, one compensation of the seasonal dearth is that your views are unobscured. In high summer, these high-hedged lanes are almost claustrophobic. But now, you can see every contour of the hill you’re climbing. When you reach the top, there is no foliage on the trees to hide the sight of the next ridge across the valley. Only a clammy morning mist softens the vista.

Taken from  http://www.rapha.cc/index.php?page=599

Matt Denbys Leg

Matt under went the surgeons knife today. He had to have his leg rebroken and put straight with a plate and some pins.

He his still in the Hospital but should be back out early next week

Matt broke his leg last year in the National Trophy Cyclo cross at Rutland Water and was involved in a dramatic rescue by the local Air Ambulance .

We all wish him a speedy recovery and hope to see him out Cafe Racing soon.

Caferacing Tour Marjorca

2009 Majorca Training Camp.

The provisional dates are 14th till the 21st March.

so far confirmed are

Chris Wade.
James Rushton.
Adrian Walsh.
Jonathan Watson.
Reg Haigh?

If you are interested please add a comment to the blog or email me at "mail at jough.co.uk" the more the merrier

Championnat du monde 2008

Championnat du monde 2008
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Richard wins again.

Richard Harrison collects the cafe racing Trophy in The Airton Cafe after a long season which he domanated again.

Happy New Year

Happy New Year. From Caferacing.co.uk

2008 saw Richard (caferacing) Harrison take the tea cake trophy again, but who can take it from him this year?

If Cyclist Hoy is knighted after three Beijing golds who knows what could be in store for the 2009 cafe racing champion.

but before we can start cafe racing we have the Buckden runs to endure.