I’m back!
Slept in GT car park Friday ‘night’, well from 3am to about 6 when the sun came up, then drove into innerleithen in search of bacon eggs sausages and milk. Co-Op bacon is rank!
Saturday morning did the Black run, which is pretty cool, but not the most inspiring (or black?) of trails, there’s really good bits, but they did seem to be bits rather than whole trails, just lacked something, neither fast nor technical enough to be either and not going the Stainburn way and making is completely unique to the geology/landscape.
Dossed about in the car park for a few hours cooking a leisurely lunch on the trangia, reading Dirt and generally waiting for the heat of the day to pass. Then went up and did the red. Now that’s a fun trail. Whereas the black seemed to be lacking in any kind of coherent theme this ones like having a mate who’s just that little bit faster than you riding 6″ off your rear wheel. This is what I like about trail centers, apologetically man made, berms so deep the lip is vertical and however fast you run into them you’ll just come out the other end grinning, and even faster!
Draped the tarp over a fence Staurday night and slept like a log.
Sunday rode up the red as far as Betty blue then followed that down again. Again, like the red it’s apologetically man made and brilliant as a result. Only 2 things wrong with it, the motorway section (why?) , and the bridge into the start of a section before the car park (berm baby berm?), yea, lipped my handlebar trying to take it as a flying start and miss the groups chatting at the entrance which ended with me clouting my elbow into the opposite side of the bridge, quite painfull and will teach me not to jump ques!!
Then headed over to Innerleithen. the person who designed that trail is either a masochist or a genius, my legs still aren’t sure which! The climb from the start just never seemed to stop, maybe it was the 75km already in my legs, but those rock steps on the climb almost had me in a tantrum! Redeemed itself with the ladder drop halfway up, then the fireroad gives the illusion of progress after looking at the map for what seems like an hour and barely moving suddenly you’re at the junction and deciding “yes, I really do want to do more climbing and go right to the top!” and it’s well worth it, that decent has got to rank amongst my favorite bit’s of trail anywhere, utterly, utterly bonkers fast, big berms, flat turns, drop offs, table tops. Did the deigned deliberately make the climb absolute hell for the first mile to dissuade people from riding ‘his’ trail? Seems like it.
Then there’s Caddon bank. Table tops the size of houses (or at least HGV lorries sideways). Riding it blind I wasn’t jumping many of the big ones, and being my luck the few small ones seemed to have cliff’s as downslopes which lead to some brown trouser moments! Seemed to be punctures left right and center from the guys on the uplifts. I reckon I could have gone into business selling tubes and CO2!
All in all I’ve gone from being slightly trail center sceptical (I’ll got to Dalby if everything locals too wet to be rideable, and Stainburns good but very short) to being completely sold on the Scottish way of doing them, no wonder there were 12 year old kids who frankly embarrassed the grown-ups on the climbs, with stuf like that on my doorstep I’ve been out there every night after school.