Alright ladies, so you wanna cut a dash on yer flashy new shoppers, choppers, bombers, rigids (ooohh err!), hard-tails, sussa's and racers.
(my Albert used to be a racer, now he just relies on a pace maker.)

Well let us give you a few fashion tips on 70's and 80's regalia.....



Make sure you dress sensibly with enough material to cover all those unwanted tyres, around your waistline (or fat suit if you haven’t got any!).

In summery conditions we recommend a nice long one piece floral number. However some of the grannies prefer to wear matching 2 piece outfits. Just remember lots of flowers and bright colours. Vulgar is the new black.



Ladies don't forget to accessorize hats, scarves, capes, gloves, rainmacs, rollers, pinnies all set the trend on the Manchester to Blackers.


Finally don’t forget your handbag (especially if you have a basket to drop it in). Absolutely essential for keeping your make up in; just remember red and green should never be seen .
You never know when you are going to need it, especially if you're out on the pull in the local bingo hall post ride.

Just like you need your favourite pen and hip flask at bingo,
you need the right kit to go riding.

Mable says a good pedigree of bike is always going to provide comfort and practicality, two things most important to a lady of her years.
(she should know, she's been ridden more times than the local bus)

A good-sized basket capable of carrying fruit and veg from Reginald the grocers is essential. (he's got lovely veg to go with your meat you know)
We recommend the lightweight wicker or wire design as illustrated below. (A)



Frocks on a bikes offer several advantages including good ventilation downstairs and increased flexibility.
They provide a perfect riding garment. (see frock on)

They also offer great 'eye-candy' to all those filthy old men when a breeze kicks up. When wearing a frock take note of the snag hazard presented with modern chain driven bikes, hence we recommend the use of a chain guard. (B).
After a few fig roles things can start to get al little loose down there so a large padded saddle is a must. (C)
Finally, swung back handlebars and a large bell will make sure no-one misses you as you cut a dash to the shops. (D)

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Be fashionable and safe with the gogrannygo patent pending gran-met PBFS

(Pink-Bow-Flow-System)

"Fail to prepare, prepare to be frail."
This is our motto when going for a long hard ride. You must keep yourself going when all around you are falling by the wayside. Always make sure you have a good picnic with you at all times and don't forget the BOOZE!!!

These are our top tips for keeping you pumped and chirpy on one of those big gruelling romps in the country.



Pack a good selection of biscuits, You've got to keep your sugar levels up! Remember... the more colourful; the more chemicals and preservatives, and preservatives help you live longer!!




Don't forget Granny loves cream on her buns...

Granny loves to keep warm with her Tommy soup and stay sweet with condensed milk, lovely!!

But most of all Grannies love a tipple............BuRpP!!!!!!!!!

The Granny Training ride in June 2003 saw Evie, Penny and 9 other entrepid grannies, hack their way up and around Macclesfield forest.

The going was tough and after many near misses we thought we were on for a clean trip. After popping into the Hanging Gate for a celebratory end of slog sherry, we flew down towards Langley and the lovely Leathers Smithy Pub.

Wafting effortlessly along our frocks flowing, we admire the view of the Cheshire plain, we approach a tight right hand bend. Now to even the in-experienced fair sighted granny this is 'touch of the brakes' type corner,
not a 'go at it like it's the deli counter at Safeway when pre-roast Christmas Turkeys are on offer' type of corner.

Now unfortunately Brenda Over didn't have her bifocals with her and she was stuck on the short sighted end of her vision, seeing nothing more than a few feet of the road ahead. We called to her but our efforts were futile as she had also forgotten her hearing aid. Entering the corner like soldiers into a knocking shop she exceeded limits of her rubber, flinging her into crazy slide and into a stonewall.

Good job her helmet withstood the pounding.

So this is our first importantant safety point:

GRANNY'S - KNOW YOUR LIMITS!!!

You'd 've thought we'd all learnt our lesson.

The words of my School Master ringing in my hearing-aid. Always protect your puck with a hard stick!
So we all flew down the next hill, without a care in the world.
Until Penny had a little slip....

UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCE SHOULD YOU ADJUST YOUR HANDBAG WHILE RIDING YOUR STEAD


She did, and learned the hard way. Over the handlebars she flew. The top of the bars was ground away by the tarmacadam, and so was Pennys scalp. The Paramedics said their was a hole the size of a golf ball and a tear the length of a slide-rule. Ouch. We couldn't look. Some said she had needed a facelift for sometime, but this was a foolish way of going about it. It's a good job the road surface was kind to the rest of her face, or she could have her teeth removed, and a fireplace put in.


So into the ambulance she was bundled, and off to the local hospital she went.
A needless use of a hospital bed, by one careless oversight.
But how good were the Paramedics and the Nurses!
An overnight stay to observe her state, and next day, some stitches and TLC, and now Penny is as good as almost new.

One of the ladies wrote this little poem,
to help us all to remember not to be as careless as Penny.

There once was a wrinkly from Mac Who cycled with a dress on her back. Up hill and down dale she went Penny was usually spent. But one fateful day A hill in her way, Her handbag slipped to the side. On went her brakes By the crumbs of my cakes It made her fall off and slide. Now tar on the road is rough And Penny is usually tough But flying at speed Separated from steed For the head it is more than enough. So to save you from pain In dry or in rain A helmet is best for your head. If you don't stick to this rule And your handbag isn't cool, You could just end up being dead. Emma Rhoids... pissed.