Whirlow What?

Whirlow Wheelers?  Who the h*!! are they?

A bunch of cyclists from Sheffield.  Or perhaps more accurately, a bunch of has-beens, might-have-beens, might-still-be-agains (if we could be a***d) and never-had-a-hopes who decided it would be good to enjoy our cycling (gasp!) instead of tearing up and down the A1 with numbers stuck to our nether regions.

Mind you, if Huffy ever gets to the front we might as well still be on the A1.  But mostly we trundle around the lanes of Derbyshire (and Nottighamshire and occasionally even Yorkshire) hopping from cafe to cafe and enjoying the sunshine on the way.  Sometimes we have to enjoy wind and rain too which is a lot harder than belting out a 59 minute '25' on the A1.

So where does it all happen?

Mostly it happens on a Sunday morning while decent folk are in bed with the Telegraph magazine (or whatever).  9:05am at the junction of Sheephill Road and Hathersage Road - about a quarter of a mile beyond the Dore Moor Inn.  Then it's out into Derbyshire to where ever das RunsFuhrer has commanded us to go, and by whatever tortuous route he's devised to coax the fat lads into giving up before the cafe stop.  Along the way we'll stop to fix young Peter's not so young bike, give Alan heart massage, and do what they did on the wall - the one hidden by the fog on the Tyne - several times if it's cold!

There's another bunch who start from Calver at 9:30am, having (sharp intake of breath) driven there (aagghh).  They meander slowly around the gentler lanes of the White Peak - but we don't talk about them!