Legends assemble for JMC at the 2015 Rose BDH Final

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“You know what, I don’t think I could do it justice. I showed the bike to one guy – and he burst into tears just seeing it. That’s a pretty big thing you know?”

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If there was ever a bike to create such a deep emotional resonance it would be Jason McRoy’s.

I had asked 44Rockstar team manager Christian Hatcher to talk to me on video about a very special bike that he was in charge of at Antur Stiniog last weekend, for the 2015 Rose Bikes British Downhill Final.

It was a very rare, very special red full suspension bike. It was the Specialized that Jason rode and raced during his career and the very bike he blew our minds with in the early ‘Dirt’ video. As mountain bike culture goes, it honestly doesn’t get more sacred than that. I can understand the hesitation.

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Proto Judy forks, HO cantis and Specialized Cannibal tyres. Oh yeah…

The final of the British Downhill Series (the UK’s top national downhill series) is always going to be a special affair. This year’s final was made even more unique by the attendance of a host of the sport’s old guard – Dave Hemming, Rob Warner, Dave Wardell, Matt Farmer, Ed Moseley, Tim Ponting to name but a few. The aptly-named BDS Legends were in town to celebrate Jason McRoy’s life and mark 20 years since he passed away.The ‘Legends would race, teach us young ‘uns a thing or two and hold a brief ceremony to scatter Jason’s ashes next to the track.

Legends, Assemble!
Legends, Assemble!

Steve Peat: “He was massive. He was the first British rider to go and take on the word and fight his way into a pro deal. He led the way for the likes of me and Warner and all the other pros that followed after him”.

Jason’s mark on the event transformed a slatey grey day in North Wales into something really special indeed. It was briefly very sad as Peaty led the riders down the track, scattered Jason’s ashes and held a minutes silence for their friend and then – of course – hilarious and rawkus at every other moment they were around! The track was alight with aging bikes and race kit and the pits were awash with laughter, well-meant abuse and stories of racing legends that were older than most of the young racers on the start list!

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1990s Gripshift. *shudder*

There was supposedly a race for the old gits that Warner had been training hard for. A wager between motormouth MC Warner and Lee Bertram saw every Legend racer stop track side to spray Rob with beer and sabotage his run, allowed Lee to take the win. Successfully blinded with fizz, Rob had to settle for 2nd place and he now has to get Berty’s time tattooed on his bum to satisfy a bet. Let it never be said the old boys don’t know how to have fun!

Warner dropping in
Warner, pre arse-tattoo

“It was good! I think I can ride alright, I just need some fitness, it’s good though, I loved it! I reckon I’ll be back next year, I’ll come and do some of the steep ones!” Rob Warner.

If you’re interested, the main race was won by Manon Carpenter and Matt Simmonds. Manon took the overall series win for the ladies and Joe Smith for the guys.

You can find out more here.

Barney Marsh takes the word ‘career’ literally, veering wildly across the road of his life, as thoroughly in control as a goldfish on the dashboard of a motorhome. He’s been, with varying degrees of success, a scientist, teacher, shop assistant, binman and, for one memorable day, a hospital laundry worker. These days, he’s a dad, husband, guitarist, and writer, also with varying degrees of success. He sometimes takes photographs. Some of them are acceptable. Occasionally he rides bikes to cast the rest of his life into sharp relief. Or just to ride through puddles. Sometimes he writes about them. Bikes, not puddles. He is a writer of rongs, a stealer of souls and a polisher of turds. He isn’t nearly as clever or as funny as he thinks he is.

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Comments (1)

    JMC was a staggering talent and my inspiration to start riding. I pass his memorial a few times every week and always give him a salute. His death was the first time I remember crying with grief.

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