Castlereagh Cycling Club was formed in 2000 and was formerly known as the Belvoir Road Club. The club name was changed to reflect the changing nature of the club from purely a road cycling club to both on and off road.


    Our Sunday Cycle ride starts at 9:30am at the bus shelter near the main entrance of Forster Green Hospital on the Saintfield Road. Depending on numbers and weather we ride 55-70 miles at a "steady" pace. On Saturday we meet at the same time and usually do a slightly shorter run at a faster pace. Approx 40-50 miles.


    All are welcome - we would like people to join the club, but we would rather people come along first and make sure they enjoy it - we hope they will.

Saturday and Sunday, 9.30am at Forster Greens

Sunday, 21 December 2014

The Castlereagh Job

Seven riders out today Nightmare, Retro, 1st Cat, Bullet, Stuart, Brian and myself. Party boy was away spreading the good gospel of Castlereagh.

Given the prevailing weather conditions, a hoolie blowing from the south west, it was a cert we were always going to ride out in that direction. Being Christmas we were in an adventurous mood so what better way to spend a Sunday than a trip up over Divis mountain.
"Your only supposed to blow the bloody doors off!" Was a famous quote from the Italian Job, today's instalment was our festive version the "Castlereagh Job". No doors were being blown off mind you, only riders from their trusty steeds, some gnarly off road sections and a five bar gate that proved an interesting obstacle to some.

My original plan was a bit boring, up over the upper Springfield road and onto Divis road. The Nightmare before Christmas came to the rescue yet again with his promise of one of his special mystery tours, his knowledge of all the hidden routes is boundless and dare I say alarming!!

Off we headed down the Ormeau Road and through the town past all the last minute shoppers waiting on the shops opening.

Turning up the Shankill Road, we headed towards Woodvale and onto the Ballygomartin Road. From the Glencairn Road the only way was up and the point of no return. As the tarmac ran out Brian ran out of steam, 4 weeks off the bike had taken its toll and we said our goodbyes.
They say when the going gets tough, the tough get going and us Castlereagh lot are a pretty hardy bunch. That or just insanely stupid, I will let you, the reader decide.

The tarmac turned to gravel and grass, we were in the realms of the mountainbiker now, and after a gentle initial flat section luring us in, the track pointed upwards. Struggling for grip it was every man for himself. Believe me it wasn't a pretty sight!!

We soon regrouped at the next five bar gate we came across.
As you can see from some of our pictures it proved a major obstacle to some in the group. After some more pictures we pushed the bikes onwards, the gradient was just too steep to ride and the wind was making it pretty tough going.
Soon the track levelled out again and we hopped back on our trusty steeds by this stage a hoolie of a side wind was blowing us off the track, the lighter ones in the group were struggling to stay onboard. Rule 9 and the badasses (also read heavy weights) came into play, the pack split as we headed for the transmitters. After a quick regroup the Divis coffee barn was a welcome sight and a safe refuge from the wind.
With some delicious mulled wine offered and what has to be the nicest ever tasting hot chocolate we were soon back to our normal happy selves.

A simple route home was planned as we had enough adventure for one day. Down the upper Springfield road, Monaghan bypass, Stockmans lane and House of sport where we all went out separate ways.

One of those great rule 9 days out, a good lesson in bike handling, with a great bunch of friends and plenty of laughs, what could be better? Oh and only one puncture, priceless.

Thanks to Nightmare for yet again another awesome mystery tour. I guess it's too late now to ask Santa for a Cyclocross bike???

Saturday, 20 December 2014

Two (un)Wise Men

Two wise men (some would say not wise) left the east, there was no bright star to follow only the bright sun of a perfect winters day and the lure of coffee.
Being so close to Christmas and with it being "Panic Saturday", Retro man and I were a bit pushed for time. A quick plan was formulated with a coffee stop around "crazy daves" or Killyeagh.
The route was a simple enough one, up the Saintfield Road to Carryduff, swing a left towards Saintfield and along the Lisdoonan Road. From Saintfield we threw in a few of Bergmeister's speciality wiggles and also a few of Retros recommendations, popping out in Crossgar. We then turned towards Shrigley, heading for Killinchy. Our coffee stop was called at The Muffler as we decided "crazy daves" might be choca block. How wrong we were, on arrival it looked as if every cyclist in County Down was here. Great to see so many bikes, a sure sign that coffee is good!!
After second breakfast we ventured home along the Ballybunden Road, Ballygowan and Moneyreagh.
Nice to be back out on the bike again after the dreaded doom and what a cracking day.
Looking forward to seeing everyone out tomorrow with their tinsel, the plan is to stop somewhere for a festive lunch or panini and possibly a pint.

Sunday, 14 December 2014

A Victory Over the Odds

Today was a victory over the odds. Anyone who saw me at the Christmas night out would've given 100/1 that I wouldn't make it out this morning, and anyone who saw me this morning would've given 1000/1 that I wouldn't take Sam for the 30's on the way home. Sometimes it just works out....

After being on good behaviour last night Retro and Bones were looking bright and breezy at Forster Green. Bullet had missed us last week so was determined to be early this time. I was a bit under par, but determined to push through.... I also decided to opt out of navigating as I helplessly swung off the back up through Carryduff and out to Ballynahinch (thanks Bones for pacing me back).

As my head cleared I decided it was about time we got off the busy main road and called a left into Drumaness. Right in the village took us to Brennan's where we crossed on to New Line Rd and Tannaghmore Rd. We turned on to Demesne Rd and Manse Rd eventually following Druncaw Rd and Dromara Rd. The plan was for me to lead out the start of a session into Dundrum, but clearly I was still underpowered and Bullet didn't wait long before taking off.

After getting in out of the cold and consuming some rejuvenating bacon we saddled up again and doubled back as far as Claragh Rd. Just for kicks we took Drumquoile Rd before turning right down Cauleys Pipe Rd which took us round to Carnreagh Rd (a hidden gem), then down Drumgavlin Rd and in the back way to Spa. At this point the rain started and we goretexed up for the final push home down the main road from Ballynahinch.

Bullet is too young to have met the late Davey McCall and therefore missed out on his advice of "never tow a sprinter to the line", but he knows now.... Thanks to everyone for looking after me in the first hour. Good training and a great hangover cure.

Christmas Night Out!

 A big thanks to everyone for a great Christmas night out. It was a brilliant mix of old and new faces and the nicest bit was that you couldn't tell the difference. 
Festivities started at the Jharna and then moved to the Albany. As predicted things heated up and a few new nicknames were earned - I can't wait to get Snake Hips out on a bike! A huge thanks to Steve "is that a selfie stick in my pocket or am I pleased to see you" for organising it, to those who stayed sober and chauffeured us around, and to Miss T and MTB Girl for adding some much needed glamour. Finally thanks to the Pro, Snake Hips and Scotty for dragging me to a night club til after 2!!!! Where were you this morning?!

Sunday, 7 December 2014

Scott of the Antarctic

Descending the North face of the Eiger this morning (some call it Newton Park) through flurries of snow I knew it was going to be a proper winter epic - it was, but fun too. We're going with a Scott of the Antarctic theme in honour of the weather, my bike and our own Captain's Captain Oates impression - if there had have been a tent for him to walk out of into the blizzard he would've - "I may be a while". Hopefully whatever's working on him will clear soon.

Four of us said goodbye to the CTC at Forster Green and set course for Oxford Island. Unsurprisingly it was four old hands with winter bikes and full winter kit, although Retro was wondering if he could get a refund on his gloves until he remembered they were a Big G freebie.... We headed out through Drumbeg, then on to Sandy Lane and the towpath to the centre of Lisburn. On towards Ballinderry, Aghalee and Aghagallon.

That was where the real fun started, as we hit a weather front thick with sleet. In true Rule #9 tradition we dug in and ploughed on for Oxford Island. Nightmare (sorry Nitemare) is flying after his 60days of purgatory and our full-time pro Retro isn't far behind, their horsepower made a big difference as the wind strengthened. The weather brightened as we reached lunch although some poor wee squirrel may not recover from a run in with Nightmare - apparently he likes animals more than people so he hopes its okay.

As we were warming up inside, a smiling 1st Cat arrived - it turns out he'd been partying til 5, turned up late at FG and been pointed the right direction by the CTC! That meant five #badass badges will have to be awarded. 1st Cat gets a special one he can put on despite his fat fingers (do you think the gloves mighta shrunk in the wash?!).

From Oxford Island we took the lanes to Moira and then out Meeting Street and Bottier Rd on to the flatlands. The weather was still vicious, but with five experienced riders wanting to keep warm the pace was still descent as Nightmare wound us round the lanes. Eventually we turned off Blaris Rd and took the towpath all the way back to Drumbeg - although the weather had brightened again, very few walkers were risking it, so it was amazingly empty.

Nightmare and 1st Cat turned off, leaving the rest of us to cruise on to Shaw's Bridge. A tough day, but a really fun one and one that made me very grateful for the invention of goretex and overshoes. Thanks to everyone for sticking together and giving Retro's hands a big round of applause. Proper old school winter training 

Saturday, 6 December 2014

Butch & Sundance Ride Again

All the best westerns had sequels, so I'm calling this "Butch & Sundance Ride Again". The weather wasn't brilliant, but it'll get worse before it gets much better. Both being exponents of Rule #9 and therefore men who "love the work" we headed out the carriageway into a west wind without much fuss. We climbed up from Purdysburn village and over to Drumbo before taking in Ballycarngannon Rd and Gannon Rd heading us for Boardmills and Bailies Mills. Through Annahilt we crossed over towards Kinallen.

Given that Sundance had unfinished business back at the ranch and that we'd already earned our #badass badges we decided to forgo a coffee stop (I think it was 5 degrees at this point) and take a left towards Ballynahinch. With two riders who've been steering steel horses round the lanes of Co Down for too many years to mention it was never going to be the main road home....

Burn Rd and Laurel Rd took us over through Ballycreen, then from Magheraknock on to Hillside Rd and Lough Rd. Just for a change we flicked across the main road on to Lisbane Rd and Cargy Rd eventually on to the Killynure Rd where the old gunslinger showed he's still got it. By the time I wiggled home from Carryduff there was only 2.5hrs on the clock, but if the other guy isn't out those miles count double!

Monday, 1 December 2014

Yellow Polkadot Bikini

When used in the context of "Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polkadot Bikini" bitsy is a great word, when it refers to riders everywhere I'm not such a big fan. But that's the point, it's not my club or any other individuals, so there has to be room for different types of ride.

The Big Lad is coming back from an op and was clear he wouldn't be out for long. The pace out to Temple made sure of it. We turned right and took the traditional route to Bailies Mills where he turned for home. Lanterne was on an off day and announced his departure after Annahilt. The kick into Kinallen almost claimed another victim, but Philip dug in bravely. As Capt and I tried to pace him back the pace in the bunch ahead seemed to lift meaning a hard chase.

Capt needed home early and turned off Gail Bog Rd for Dromore. We took Flough Rd and at the end pointed Philip in the direction of lunch in Banbridge. The rest of us took Drone Hill Rd, although I exploded just before Cappagh nearly taking Jeff out the back. Into Banbridge Nightmare was calling for more speed and I threw in a kamikaze grenade to mix it up.

While most of us ate lunch, 1st Cat and Bullet did a 20 min loop to work up an appetite. Back on the road we took Ballymoney Rd across Dromore. Nightmare had to take a call and while my decision to wait for him was morally correct, it was tactically naive while Retro was throwing coal on the furnace up ahead. The chase pulled the legs out of me and it took a few pushes from 1st Cat to get me back in the wheels - 2 weeks of inactivity then 2 days back-to-back takes its toll.

We took a slightly different route to Hillsborough taking in the monument, then the traditional route to Carryduff with it all kicking off over the last few miles. Credit to 1st Cat for towing around 2 litres of ballast and a few riders.

Strava link courtesy of Jeff: www.strava.com/activities/224790016

Saturday, 29 November 2014

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid

Surprisingly just Butch and Sundance out today, I take it the wet roads and draw of Christmas shopping kept the rest at bay. I had a vague memory, from late on during wedding celebrations in Edinburgh last weekend, of a recommended cafe in Waringstown. I was a little vague on the details, but I knew a bridesmaid wouldn't lie to me....

Butch plotted a course taking us through Purdysburn, Drumbo,... Hillsborough, Blackscull, Donaghcloney and then via Hall Road to Waringstown. There we called at the Post House Cafe and found its under new ownership, so it is the right place. It was a great find and a nice alternative to the Killyleagh/Balloo/White Rocks routes and somewhere we'll be back.

Coming out of the cafe I was half expecting to be "greeted" by 500 Mexican soldiers, but instead we had a chat with one of Butch's work colleagues. Alive, we took Mill Rd and New Forge Rd towards Magheralin, then on to Orange Lane. I wasn't paying a lot of attention and seeing as it was just us desperadoes, I let Butch drag us a bit further away from home, cutting back via Culcavey and Ravarnet.

After keeping it nice and steady all day, we took in the climbs of Lisnoe Rd and Gardners Road to get the heart rates up, although two pretty bad run-ins with dogs lifted them even higher. Butch nearly lost an ankle and I braced for a Rottweiler impact at one stage.... Another fun day out and quality winter training. It was a little further than usual for a Saturday, but worth it.

Sunday, 23 November 2014

Nitemares sufferfest

Bergmeister was off partying this weekend so its a short write up. 7 riders departed from Forster Greens along some cold and icy roads with Nightmare leading the way. Luckily for some underdressed riders the sun quickly appeared as we headed for Castlewellan. 5 riders had a quick stop at Urban Coffee on main street in Castlewellan for buns and coffee while 2 eejits did a circuit of Castlewellan. We regrouped after 30 mins and Nightmare led us back to Belfast along the hilliest route he could possibly think of! We suffered together along the roads to Dromara and then back to Carryduff. All in all a great day with about 100kms done in 4 hours, well done to everyone for making it round!

Strava link: http://www.strava.com/activities/221921645