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Graham Wallace Pavis Wood 198?
~ Photograph by Peter Beattie
~ Graham Wallace comments:
For the 1950s Rough Stuff Fellowship, the idea was to use their everyday bicycles to escape from the city or town and venture deep into the countryside.
Enjoying riding off-road had nothing to do with rough-stuffing, and it didn't matter if you rode off-road or not; walking your bike was just as good, especially practical when the terrain became too challenging.
So, the off-road capabilities of the bike were unimportant to the extent that technical articles were banned from their monthly Rough Stuff Journal, which, instead, mostly consisted of riders accounts of their journeys.
About 1979, Geoff Apps joined the RSF and brings with him an entirely different approach to touring off-road.
The notion that riding over rough terrain was fun and to be delighted in.
In fact Apps brought the tradition from the motorbike trials scene, where getting off and walking or even dabbing with the foot meant that the terrain had defeated you.
Apps became the leader of the Home Counties North section of the RSF and set about remodelling the rides so that by the time I joined these in the spring of 1984, the transition was complete.
Attending was an eclectic mix of rough-stuff bikes, touring and cyclo-cross bikes, the occasional early mountain bike, and Clelands.
Apps would actively seek out the tricky sections; those who could not cope would walk with, or carry, their bikes whilst the Clelands rode in circles waiting for the backmarkers to catch up.
No one was excluded, though pushing a bike through thickets, through mud and up steep hills following the Clelands was not what I would call fun. I was not yet in the Cleland camp, but was one of the first mountain bikers to join in, on my F.W. Evans ATB, albeit fitted with drop handlebars.
The general theme was that Apps led the ride from the front and every one tried their best to follow him wherever he went.
No mean feat, as he was an expert trials motorbike rider, riding on a bike specifically designed for the local conditions. I recall innocently following him through a gap in a hedge, only to find myself descending over an almost vertical drop-off; I later found out was known as the 'wall of death'!
He would use his Cleland’s bash plate to skate over 16” logs and the low-pressure Nokia tyres to plough through thick mud which clogged-up the Evans and render its brakes useless. Worst of all were the autumn leaves that would combine with the clay to gum up the Evans’ freewheel until the chain would no longer engage with the cogs.
The rides relied on Apps's local knowledge because there were few trails to follow, and some of the bridle paths were impassable with a deep green algae coated mud, which never dried-out, even in the summer.
Both walkers and horse riders were surprised or amused by this motley displaced group of cyclists.
It was difficult to lose the ride, even if you fell considerably behind; its tyre tracks were the only ones around. I once missed the start of the ride, but the forest was so muddy that I was easily able to follow the Cleland tracks - all the way to the correct pub to meet up for the lunch stop.
The modern-day concept of a way-marked, purpose-built trail, did not exist; local knowledge and map-reading skills were essential.
Even then you couldn't guarantee that a trail shown on the map was rideable, or even passable. I sometimes had to turn back and retrace several miles because the trail proved impassable, and used to wear long trousers, even in summer, as a defence against overgrown nettles and thorns.
The ground was often rough, or soft and muddy, usually both. There was very little in the way of trail maintenance, beyond the farmer dumping a load of bricks into the mire.
In December 86, it took me ten hours to ride less than 40 miles of Ridgeway from Avebury to Streatley upon Thames. Even the Cleland struggled with the hoof -print-embossed heavy clay, in turn churned-up by multiple four wheel drive and trail motorbike ruts, punctuated by massive deep holes, created where tractors had got stuck and spun their rear wheels.
The easiest riding, on some sections, was found by trailblazing through the long grass at the sides of the trail.
Today, many of these sections have been bulldozed flat, drained and gravelled, so as to resemble a Sustrans’ route.
And how boring is that?
Not much fun or challenge, and no adventure at all.
A modern trail centre 'black-run' can be great fun. But to my mind, they are often far less of a challenge and adventure than some of the old school un-maintained tracks.
And no mobile phones if things went wrong. Just a map, compass, comprehensive toolkit, emergency whistle and a survival blanket.
Bundaberg to MacKay 636Km 005small
Liz’s Blog 4/6/10
This is one of our longest days. 635km. Bundaberg to MacKay.
Really nervous again today. Back to the toilet AGAIN. I don’t know how long this will last but I might even loose some weight. Lovely drive coming out of Bundaberg, the roads winding its way through the sugar cane fields. Trevors bike is behaving nicely so we are zooming our way back to the Bruce highway. Back on the highway everything just ramps up, speeds go up, traffic increases, big trucks and road trains are constant, as well as the grey brigade, elderly people driving camper vans, mobile homes and everything in between. There are also a lot of utes and four wheel drives all rushing to get to their destination. Then there are the signs – fatigue kills, take a break, fatigue area with pictures of crashing cars or trucks, play trivia to stop fatigue – did you know that the floral emblem for Queensland is the Cooktown orchid, take a break before it’s too late, rest or R.I.P.
After about 2 hours the bum is getting numb, you spend a lot of time shifting position, standing on the foot pegs and wriggly about to ease the pressure. The only answer is to stop but that of course means manouvering in car parks or laybys , pulling over and risking stalling or worse falling off.
We decide to stop at the next rest area. They have these great pull offs at the side of the road. Built big so trucks and caravans can manouver. They usually have shady trees, toilets, and camping seat or two and sometimes a built in BBQ. There are multiple signs leading up to these, rest area in 20km, then 15km, you get the idea. Well we were preparing for one of these but after all this warning it still caught me by surprise, so when Trevor said there it is I panicked and grabbed the clutch instead of the break and we flew right by. I think there was a bit of cursing as we really needed the break – helmet to helmet intercom isn’t always a good thing. Fortunately we managed the next one, pulled in and out without falling or stalling. Long day today so back on the bike and off again. Lunch at Rockhampton. We eventually got in around 5 ish again, found the Mackay premier caravan park and stayed in a portable cabin with clean sheets, air con and bathroom. Luxury.
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