I have never seen so much mud. It was in the tent, all over and in the car. My shoes are unrecognisable. My chain is shafted. My forks make a grinding noise when compressed. I fell off twice. My bike weighed more than me. I couldn't even drag it round the course. I CAN'T WAIT FOR NEXT YEAR!!!!
My lap was a game of two halves. I was third out, and as yet we were unsure exactly how long we would be out for, so i headed down to the start far too early, got cold, and when TGR appeared I was raring to go.
I slid out of the start, over the stream and started to get a feel for the mud tyres I had got the day before (Shame on you Brant for putting up the price
). Soon enough I was at the bottom of the Kenda Klimb. The chain wouldn't drop into the granny, so I stormed it in the middle ring leaving the others riders behind (Wish I had been timed!
) . What followed was rather surreal. For the next Ten minutes I was riding on my own. The tyres were working a treat and I was flying through the singletrack. I was starting to think I was lost, then I caught up with the riders in front. Then it was down the side of the field on a gravel track which was like riding on ice and, then back up towards the main arena, passing one of the Isla Bike team, thinking I was glad he wasn't passing me
The decent out of the woods, down to the stream was done mostly sideways, but I held it together with the help of my new tyres and shot back along the valley before starting the climb towards the bridge. I knew I was at the halfway point, and Warpedwife2 shouted out I had been out for 50 minutes. Blimey, I was (uncharastically) flying!!
Then it all went wrong
The climb up to the obelisk started well, but my 20 a day lungs, unsuprisingly, decided they weren't having any of it, so I got off and pushed. As I got to the top (or what I though was the top) I got back on and within seconds my new all singing, all dancing tyres turned into mud magnets. I couldn't even lift my bike I tried to drag it out off the way of following riders and fell flat on my arse! The next hour was spent pedaling down the downhill bits, plunging into deep pools of slurry, the de-clarting and carrying a bike that weighed a ton to the top of the next slope. I got passed by the bloke on the kids Bike
I was looking forward to the final downhill, but somebody appeared to have nicked it?!
After crossing the road the heckle tent came into view, and it was AWESOME!!! Everyone shouting encouragement/abuse, spurring me on towards the finish.
I was knackered! My legs were fine, but my upper body was aching from all the dragging, digging, and carrying.
Massive thanks to all for a fantastic weekend but special thanks to "Da Managment",Team Four of Ten for the Laid back approach, Spence for the beer, Heathy for the post lap burger, Any123 for allowing us to camp in the shadow of the Intruder (AKA The winne-gay-bo), and to all for making us laugh so much I nearly sh@t myself
WANTED: Purple Hope Ti-Glide rear hub (or complete wheel)
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1995 Orange P7, 1999 Orange MrXC, 1999 DeKerf Generation.