Run out sunday
08 July 2007 | 09:31 PM
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From: ShyTot graphics Location: Squires Bar Location: Wakecastlefract
Well guys, I thought perhaps some of you would be back by now, but it appears you stuck it out with Paul waiting for the recovery crew 
Can I firstly apologise for not coming back up, I had to collect the kids from their Gran's and sort a few bits out at home. Hope the 'crew' got there in good time
And on to the run...
A shaky start (as usual when JB's involved) and a small detour to collect Stu saw us finally getting going properly at around 11:15
First stop was KTC and a quick browse of some good, bad and ugly motors. My attention was taken by a stunningly clean TME Evo and a Delta Integrale Evo, both in red. Mmmmmmm.
Then the run started in earnest, and quickly slowed to a steady potter, one of the drawbacks of setting off at such a late time. Add to that a massive rainstorm and it felt like a good time to find a pub for some lunch.
A beautiful carvery ensued, which we all agreed was top notch, then a quick natter before setting off again. Destination - Hawes.
I took a last minute decision to follow the satnav there rather than take the usual much-travelled route. At first this seemed like a bad idea, as the road it took us down was a single-track affair which looked like it was seldom used. However, after a couple of miles and some fantastically presented houses, it opened up to follow the course of a very picturesque meandering river with walers and picknickers enjoying the (now) pleasent sunshine. A good few miles of this and we turned to climb a bit of a mountain. To say this road was a cracker would be to sell it a bit short. Yumpb, bumps, hairpins, BIG climbs and even BIGGER descents were thrown at us from all directions, followed by a MASSIVE drop down the hillside on a wide open, very clearly sighted road that saw all the wheels leaving the ground on several occasons.
Alas, we eventually ran out of road and into a small village...
With a nice big ford.
"Coo... Take some pics Mick" says I, and proceeded to cross the ford, turn around and come back through with a bit of pace for visual effect. Only, the pace never arrived. The slippery surface just ensured that all four wheels lit up, and I ended up with a very steady run through.
By the time I got out again Paul, James and Scott had arrived. The latter ploughing straight into the ford, applying a bit of handbrake, and looking for all the world like he was about to head downstream at some speed.
A very wet 7 point turn soon saw him out of the water, and then it was Paul's turn...
You can imagine the chaos that 505BHP + ice-like wet cobbles generates
Ever onwards, a short drive through the village and we were at the cheese factory that JB had wanted to call into. Whilst there we learned of our first casualty of the day. Dunx had suffered a puncture, but as he was running at the back no-one knew. No mobile signal either. We had waited by the ford for a good few minutes, and as the cheese factory was on the same road, we decided to hang around there for him, only to get a text confirming his misfortune. He'd fixed it and was on his way home. Not the roads for a space saver
A quick nip around the shop, sampling everything in sight, the odd purchase of some tasty sour milk residue, and on... to Buttertubs.
On the climb up to the pass Paul hit something (rock?) in the road, but there didn't appear to be any damage.
A few passes of the pass for the official photographer, and it was time to head home.
Now, the road at the North end of Buttertubs pass takes you to Richmond, eventually. It's not the widest of roads in the land, and has 3 or 4 river crossings which are very narrow single track affairs. And the last thing you'd expect to meet coming the other way on such a road would be...
A couch full of bloody OAPs. Stuck (almost) at one of the said crossings. 20 minutes of absolute chaos ensued as the coach tried to force it's way over the bridge and then past a growing line of frustrated motorists, some of whom were faced with a pretty long reverse to find a suitable nook in which to take cover. Whovever booked that coach won't be welcomed back in a hurry.
By now we were down below a quarter of a tank, so the nearest Shell en-route was found and we headed toward it (A1)
All was not over though, by a long way...
The TomTom took us off the beaten path again, and over a road remarkably similar to the first epic. Following the boundaries of a MOD driving range it ducked and dived it's way along. Every time I found time to glance over at Mic (my poor passenger) he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. That just about summed up the whole thing!
Then Stu phoned. Whatever Paul had struck on Buttertubs had ripped the crap out of his n/s/f tyre. But being Paul he had no spare, and his locking nut key was at home.
A quick glance at the navi showed us this was a 2hr+ 80 odd mile trip. And that was just the one way.
Showing remarkable camerarderie, the majority stayed with Paul while the recovery crew (myslf and Mick) shot off with Si following.
And that's where I left it.
Last I knew Mick was on his way back with loads of tyres, jacks and the essential locking nut key.
Hopefully everyone has by now made it home safely and without further incident.
In summary, this was definately one to remember.
Jumps, hairpins, thrills, spills, slides, spins and Wensleydale cheese.
Thanks to all for a great day.
CRACKING GROMIT!
Can I firstly apologise for not coming back up, I had to collect the kids from their Gran's and sort a few bits out at home. Hope the 'crew' got there in good time
And on to the run...
A shaky start (as usual when JB's involved) and a small detour to collect Stu saw us finally getting going properly at around 11:15
First stop was KTC and a quick browse of some good, bad and ugly motors. My attention was taken by a stunningly clean TME Evo and a Delta Integrale Evo, both in red. Mmmmmmm.
Then the run started in earnest, and quickly slowed to a steady potter, one of the drawbacks of setting off at such a late time. Add to that a massive rainstorm and it felt like a good time to find a pub for some lunch.
A beautiful carvery ensued, which we all agreed was top notch, then a quick natter before setting off again. Destination - Hawes.
I took a last minute decision to follow the satnav there rather than take the usual much-travelled route. At first this seemed like a bad idea, as the road it took us down was a single-track affair which looked like it was seldom used. However, after a couple of miles and some fantastically presented houses, it opened up to follow the course of a very picturesque meandering river with walers and picknickers enjoying the (now) pleasent sunshine. A good few miles of this and we turned to climb a bit of a mountain. To say this road was a cracker would be to sell it a bit short. Yumpb, bumps, hairpins, BIG climbs and even BIGGER descents were thrown at us from all directions, followed by a MASSIVE drop down the hillside on a wide open, very clearly sighted road that saw all the wheels leaving the ground on several occasons.
Alas, we eventually ran out of road and into a small village...
With a nice big ford.
"Coo... Take some pics Mick" says I, and proceeded to cross the ford, turn around and come back through with a bit of pace for visual effect. Only, the pace never arrived. The slippery surface just ensured that all four wheels lit up, and I ended up with a very steady run through.
By the time I got out again Paul, James and Scott had arrived. The latter ploughing straight into the ford, applying a bit of handbrake, and looking for all the world like he was about to head downstream at some speed.
A very wet 7 point turn soon saw him out of the water, and then it was Paul's turn...
You can imagine the chaos that 505BHP + ice-like wet cobbles generates
Ever onwards, a short drive through the village and we were at the cheese factory that JB had wanted to call into. Whilst there we learned of our first casualty of the day. Dunx had suffered a puncture, but as he was running at the back no-one knew. No mobile signal either. We had waited by the ford for a good few minutes, and as the cheese factory was on the same road, we decided to hang around there for him, only to get a text confirming his misfortune. He'd fixed it and was on his way home. Not the roads for a space saver
A quick nip around the shop, sampling everything in sight, the odd purchase of some tasty sour milk residue, and on... to Buttertubs.
On the climb up to the pass Paul hit something (rock?) in the road, but there didn't appear to be any damage.
A few passes of the pass for the official photographer, and it was time to head home.
Now, the road at the North end of Buttertubs pass takes you to Richmond, eventually. It's not the widest of roads in the land, and has 3 or 4 river crossings which are very narrow single track affairs. And the last thing you'd expect to meet coming the other way on such a road would be...
A couch full of bloody OAPs. Stuck (almost) at one of the said crossings. 20 minutes of absolute chaos ensued as the coach tried to force it's way over the bridge and then past a growing line of frustrated motorists, some of whom were faced with a pretty long reverse to find a suitable nook in which to take cover. Whovever booked that coach won't be welcomed back in a hurry.
By now we were down below a quarter of a tank, so the nearest Shell en-route was found and we headed toward it (A1)
All was not over though, by a long way...
The TomTom took us off the beaten path again, and over a road remarkably similar to the first epic. Following the boundaries of a MOD driving range it ducked and dived it's way along. Every time I found time to glance over at Mic (my poor passenger) he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. That just about summed up the whole thing!
Then Stu phoned. Whatever Paul had struck on Buttertubs had ripped the crap out of his n/s/f tyre. But being Paul he had no spare, and his locking nut key was at home.
A quick glance at the navi showed us this was a 2hr+ 80 odd mile trip. And that was just the one way.
Showing remarkable camerarderie, the majority stayed with Paul while the recovery crew (myslf and Mick) shot off with Si following.
And that's where I left it.
Last I knew Mick was on his way back with loads of tyres, jacks and the essential locking nut key.
Hopefully everyone has by now made it home safely and without further incident.
In summary, this was definately one to remember.
Jumps, hairpins, thrills, spills, slides, spins and Wensleydale cheese.
Thanks to all for a great day.
CRACKING GROMIT!
08 July 2007 | 09:51 PM
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From: In a House
08 July 2007 | 10:39 PM
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just got in ,,,just like to say a big thanks to every one that came,,
and a big thanks to paul and scott for the lifts and mick for the super
yes it was another brill day by the wyioc,,and cant wait till the next one
see you all soon
stu
and a big thanks to paul and scott for the lifts and mick for the super
yes it was another brill day by the wyioc,,and cant wait till the next one
see you all soon
stu
08 July 2007 | 10:58 PM
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08 July 2007 | 11:38 PM
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Just home now 
what a day, I wont go into detail just yet will do a lil right up and post some pics later.
Sticky that route was amazing, found by planned accident, but wow seriously good fun, huge humps followed by unsighted hairpins and the lay of the land throwing your eyesight, the unexpected change in road direction after just landing all four was amazing, It was great to sit there in awe of your gearchanges and direction changes
with me simply wearing one of these
So many things to discuss, soon after we pulled away from that bike climbing up the gradient (hump) then as we reached the top looking skywards, the road just dropped away, seriously dropped away the car just floated all the way down until it reached the bottom, at exactly the same time the car landed my stomach landed almost right out of my ***
Then the unsighted hump the lay of the land suggested the road went to left over the hill, and as you topped the jump the first visible surface in line of sight was a grey area to the left, this however was a shingle track, the road actually swithed back hard right, but all this only became apperent as the cars weight came back down, It threw me big time, to the point of complete confusion, my mind was telling me hard left, but the road was hard right really bizzare!! Sticky landed the car and in a fraction of second scrubbed speed dropped into second and powered around the switch back, brilliant mate, once again I was left wearing one of these
To be fair I still am
so so much to discuss, really still recalling things now.
Huge thanks to all that came
and huge thanks to all you who waited for the rescue party to come back with the gear, Stu, Scott, Sez, Jb, and the kiddlies
more to come I am sure
what a day, I wont go into detail just yet will do a lil right up and post some pics later.
Sticky that route was amazing, found by planned accident, but wow seriously good fun, huge humps followed by unsighted hairpins and the lay of the land throwing your eyesight, the unexpected change in road direction after just landing all four was amazing, It was great to sit there in awe of your gearchanges and direction changes
with me simply wearing one of these So many things to discuss, soon after we pulled away from that bike climbing up the gradient (hump) then as we reached the top looking skywards, the road just dropped away, seriously dropped away
the car just floated all the way down until it reached the bottom, at exactly the same time the car landed my stomach landed almost right out of my *** Then the unsighted hump
the lay of the land suggested the road went to left over the hill, and as you topped the jump the first visible surface in line of sight was a grey area to the left, this however was a shingle track, the road actually swithed back hard right, but all this only became apperent as the cars weight came back down, It threw me big time, to the point of complete confusion, my mind was telling me hard left, but the road was hard right really bizzare!! Sticky landed the car and in a fraction of second scrubbed speed dropped into second and powered around the switch back, brilliant mate, once again I was left wearing one of these To be fair I still am
so so much to discuss, really still recalling things now.
Huge thanks to all that came
and huge thanks to all you who waited for the rescue party
to come back with the gear, Stu, Scott, Sez, Jb, and the kiddlies more to come I am sure
Last edited by MickWrx; 09 July 2007 at 12:40 AM.
09 July 2007 | 12:42 AM
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From: JB is @ Scoobyclinic.
what can I say, thanks everyone who turned up, what a day .. absolutley fooked, my body is screaming for me to stop, but **** me why would I...
for those that did'nt come you really missed out....
big thanks to mick for the AA assitance stylee action you really are a leg - end
Im propper fubared sp this is all i can do today .. got a few piccys from todays firing range antic's
Love you all
for those that did'nt come you really missed out....
big thanks to mick for the AA assitance stylee action
you really are a leg - end Im propper fubared sp this is all i can do today .. got a few piccys from todays firing range antic's
Love you all
09 July 2007 | 01:06 AM
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From: Some say he has frost on his helmet...
Looks like you all had a great time... damn it, I've been sat in a plane ALL DAY... knackered now.. just arrived at my hotel... off for some supper and then bed... bless you all..
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09 July 2007 | 08:23 AM
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From: Huddersfield/ Wakefield
HATE WORK So wish I could have come, had plenty of practice driving through water too lately in a marked up diesal astra.....slow as
........... Could have made a tidal wave in the scoob 
Hope I can make the nect one
Excellent pics Mick
Glad you all had a good time and will catch up soon
09 July 2007 | 01:28 PM
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From: Slowly rebuilding the kit of bits into a car...
2007 continued....
Sun comes out, Oakley's fall in two.
Huge stone on M62, does bonnet and windscreen together..
Tried to slide into the armco near IKEA... adjust tyre pressure next time
Hmm 85 miles, three gallons of fuel, average 15 mph., 1 shafted tyre to buy, no intetrnet access at work till 1:00 pm., and having to use my Yoko"bald"hamas
till Wedesday... Not good in the rain
Credit card rejected by Camskill.... Phone order accepted for Wednesday delivery...
Need the bugger fitting next....
Yeah Great Day Out, NOT !
Maybe next time....
Grumpy Dunx.
Huge stone on M62, does bonnet and windscreen together..
Tried to slide into the armco near IKEA... adjust tyre pressure next time
Hmm 85 miles, three gallons of fuel, average 15 mph., 1 shafted tyre to buy, no intetrnet access at work till 1:00 pm., and having to use my Yoko"bald"hamas
till Wedesday... Not good in the rain Credit card rejected by Camskill.... Phone order accepted for Wednesday delivery...
Need the bugger fitting next....
Yeah Great Day Out, NOT !
Maybe next time....
Grumpy Dunx.
