So we got home from Morzine at 2am on Tuesday 17th July, after what I could only
call the best weeks riding of my life.
Steep was no longer scary and even roots weren’t as evil. On the Wednesday Darrel was already planning
our next biking adventure, an uplift day in the UK. Darrel wanted to book at Forest of Dean as
they have a variety of trails but I wanted Cwmcarn as I knew I could get down
it in a fashion. It was looking into
this that I discovered the Dean Trail Volunteers and their summer DH
series. The last race was on a new trail
that hadn’t even opened yet. I was curious;
the pictures released on their face book page were of a nice trail with rideable
jumps and no roots. So after 2 weeks and
still on a post Morzine high I entered a DH race. It was really on a whim, even I couldn’t tell
anyone why if they asked me.
The following weekend I decided to take the Super 8 and just
push up. I didn’t have Darrel to lead me
down (injured) so it was going to be ‘just me myself and I, riding an unknown
trail without the safety net or support of Darrel. This might have not been a good idea, after
doing a first over cautious run, my next attempted was with a little too much
gusto and I crashed... Not badly hurt,
but heading straight to the shop to by a better fitting fullface lid and
nursing a broke little finger, Oh and I broke my camera so had no video of my crash.
The next week we booked an uplift so I could practice some
more and get used to my new lid, which was uneventful until the rear brake on
the super 8 came back to haunt me... this time it seized. So I was left to practice on the Yeti having
only managed 2 runs on the super 8.
This also meant no Super 8 downhill bike for race day L
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