So me and Stone went to the quarry this sunny morning to @rse about, ragged around the galleries a bit, I’m in terrible form at the mo – really mincing even small drops and lips. We ended up at the mini DH track (which we can cope with) near the shore (which we can’t). We both enjoy gawping at the shore in between runs where we roll tabletops and gibber around the berms.
After a bit, some kids, 10-15 yrs, turned up on really tatty old mountain bikes and proceeded to ride all the shore – little sh1ts. We got chatting with the 15yr old riding a 10yr old univega with an ancient coil shock, v-brakes, bald tyres and a virtually seized suntour fork. He excused himself suddenly and then we saw him screaming down the DH straight into an enormous shore jump ramp, airborne about 15ft vert, and plummet into the drop behind! He ambled back and we began worship. He apologised for his twitching foot – happens every time he hits big air, apparently.
Humbled, us old lags humbly retired to some obscure singletrack in the back of the wood where we belonged. We seriously regret spending so much time reading books as a kids.