The Sprint King

Today was a sad day for those of us who knew Pat Dunbar . Over the years we had cycled on the road , off the road , run , walked , canoed , sailed, done powerboat courses,climbed mountains , done adventure races (including the transalp and the clec ) ,laughed , talked rubbish and drunk pints . In fact he was famous for finding the cheapest pint in Majorca and had us( me and him) thrown out of Noel McKinley’s training camp for skipping a days training in that pursuit.

He excelled at many things but his foremost skill was the art of the excuse and we have documented here before that worthy tome “Dunbars book of excuses” and we laughed as we recalled the many chapters today , “wrong tyres” , “too much air” , “not enough air” , “tickly cough” , “bad pint ” to name but a few .

He was also master of the late and unexpected sprint , nearly taking Kevin , Eamon and me out in a transalp sprint for 582nd place. I will remember him every time I reach the cairn on Slieve martin or the summer seat at the end of the burma road. Two places where he always found a little extra speed.

See you on the other side Pat .

Our Thoughts are with Winifred ,Ciaran and Sara.

Todays snaps , a beautiful day to remember Pat.

Mistaken identity

After Paul called Robbie ” Kenny ” for the fourth time we thought it would be easier just to call everyone Kenny , This got a bit confusing after a while as kenny wasn’t even there . At least we all assumed that from the lack of complaints about the route . This took us up Sallys yard to the post , right to shoulder and then contoured round Slievefadda to Fallow corner . Despite the absence of our erstwhile navigator we made rather a good job of that .
From fallow corner onto the trails at slievemeel and home that way , stopping only to fix a puncture while Kenny( caraher) caused by sitting on Kenny (mcconveys) bike.

We missed Mr Power today , apparently with him being temporarily a gentleman of leisure , he had to send his cat out to do some scanning , clever cat . Hope he( the cat) did well.

ROUTE HERE

The Navigator

After an overdose of cairns ,Kenny insisted ( and for once we agreed) that an expedition was in order . The usual argument ensued about the start time and location ( which Kenny lost as usual ) .
Leaving the pub formerly known as Davey’s we headed up the road and onto the mountain . The lane on the map was more like a river bed with the river still in it , but we persevered ,and thanks to the fine navigation of Mr Hull we made it to the Mast where the wind chill was sufficient to turn at least one of the girls back home at this stage .
So Liz left and Tim remained for a while eventually baling in the direction of Skull alley. How I wished I had joined him as we slipped and slithered first down and then up parts of the yellow brick road .
Mr Power led a ferocious charge up the poc fada hill with Robbie not far behind, fuelled only by butter and mini pizzas. From the mast we headed back the way we came ( after a short discussion) which was wet ,slippy and full of babies heads but great fun nevertheless.

Maybe not an epic in distance or time but my legs are singing epic loud and clear.

GARMIN

Unexpected snow

In which

  • The evil triplets abandon Donard plans in favour of a cairn
  • John (Sco) finds a fiver , thats his drink money for the next year sorted
  • Robbie “Utterly Butterly” doesn’t have a feeling for snow.
  • John (Sco) has a clash of balls with bike , offers fiver for painkiller.
  • More walking than cycling ensues as snow deepens
  • Kenny “the navigator” directs us to the tunnel via cheesecake land , Robbie finds water again .
  • Great fun was had from tunnel down , skis would have been nice.
  • The two Docs tackle a second Cairn via switchbacks . Dr Seuss claims a very impressive clean run using the traditional route (apparently) .
  • Met Mr Scullion who had a tickly cough which had prevented him from mounting his walking machine.

Garmin Here …dont follow this route .

 

MISERY

Sean Kelly is reported to have said ” if you want to know if its too wet to go training , go training and you’ll know when you get back” . I have to disagree , when I looked out the window at 8 I knew it was too wet but I also knew Mr Power and co. would never let me live it down. So thanks their bullying/cajoling I did get up and go.

A wet suit might have been more appropriate gear , Mr Hull , Robbie and Dan D were also there . Cormacs plan involved fiddlers. viewpoint , trails to cairn ( of course) , down to tunnel and onto red trails. The trails were like rivers , my feet were like ice blocks, my fingers appeared to have been disconnected from my hands . However we got round and had mighty crack crossing the yellow water , Robbie took a nasty toss and nearly a swim as did Cormac . Kenny and I chickened and walked it .

And in retrospect Sean kelly was right.

Route Here