I am not used to the speed. My beloved R8 kept begging me to go faster, faster. My old Rockhopper would start sagging and clanging as soon as it reached speed, but the R8 ? No.
I was trying to catch my mate (who I had been stuck behind for ages with his silly cramp attacks and little stumbles as we negotiated the MSG course at Hylands); I saw him slow down as we approached the Slippery Bridge – this was my moment. The R8 was just there, thrumming along beneath me, calm as a steel cucucumber. I ‘put my foot down’, we hit the bridge and I hit the deck. The R8 slid out from under me and I landed on my arse. My mate disapared in the distance. The R8 was fine. I still love it.
My mate did not stop (c***); claimed he did not know I was off..