As the A380 lumbered through the setting sun sky en route to land at Manchester, a corny joke brought a ripple of chuckles from the group.
“Christ, his drone’s big isn’t it?”
A proper dad joke, but tolerated by the thirty or so riders on a social loop of the hills above Hope. With the sun setting behind them, the small crowd of mountain bikers chat, laugh, joke and contemplate the next descent. Ride leader, the Bike Garage’s James Irwin, had set off over the grassy slope to find a spot from which to film the train of riders before the shadows grew too long in Cavedale to make it worthwhile. And the line of riders meandered, rolled, bounced and stuttered onwards – too soon for him to catch the first.

There’s a very unique atmosphere to a group of mountain bikers. To an outsider – perhaps a passing walker or other – they could be a very stereotypical, almost intimidating prospect; typically white, typically male, typically 30s-50s. But get in amongst that group and the truth couldn’t be further from the assumption. Invariably the groups I’ve ridden with – whether old friends or, like on the Cafe Adventure/Bike Garage (CABG) ride I briefly joined this evening; a group of friends and strangers – are welcoming, supportive, encouraging and patient to all. Riding back to the car with fellow rider Sam, I mentioned this and he observed the commonality across the group; a love of the outdoors, a sense of adventure, an understanding of risk. I guess it brings out similar people.
The CABG ride has been going for a number of years now. You all know Billy and Rachel and Cafe Adventure in Hope, and James Irwin too from the Bike Garage in Bamford. Together they’ve cultivated a community of friendly, welcoming riders who head out each Wednesday night from the Cafe. Tonight, numbers were swollen by the good weather and enjoyable route and with the Cafe Adventure womens’ ride heading off at the same time, Edale Road was chocca with bikes and riders preparing for the off. And travelling over from Rother Valley, the Rother Valley Riders brought a welcome handshake of like-minded community to the evening. We’re a nice bunch, us mountain bikers.

Cavedale remains, by far, my favourite descent in the Peak. Flowy, frustrating, swoopy, stally, techy, and always different, I’ve enjoyed riding it for years. Cleared it many times too – check the latest Singletrack Magazine for proof! I did, honest! – But tonight, on an unfamilar hardtail, without my trusty clipless pedals, I was a shambles, pinballing from rock, to nettle patch, to rider. The sheen of water on limestone giving me no confidence in the front end, while my overinflated tyres ricocheted and bucked the rear around like a whip. Amongst a group of fully sussers and e-bikes I felt distinctly outgunned – I’d forgotten how much you rely on the springs to help with traction while climbing.
Add in a noticeable lack of fitness and tonights’ ride was a frustrating one.
But still hugely, hugely enjoyable.

To be amongst riders simply riding for the love of the bike, the landscape and the company is a timeless joy. And cast that onto the backdrop of the Hope Valley at sunset, you simply can’t fail to be transported to a higher place.
If you haven’t joined a CABG ride, I implore you to do so. Riding for the love of riding. You can’t say any better than that.

























