I’ve written before about the thrill of riding new trails as I am lucky enough to travel with work and take a bike with me to various places.
This week I am in Dublin, and Nanny (the Chi-Ti beast) is with me. Went out to Ticknock last night, but with a desire to piece together the off-piste trails.
Met Kevin (are you on here Kevin?) on the way up to masts, and he gracefully agreed to show this fat old knacker how to piece together the trails with wonderfully inconsistent names 🙂 (Stage 1, Stage 1.5, red tractor, blue tractor, satellite, Loam Neeson etc etc)
On the first one (stage 1.5 I think), I had a spectacular OTB on a muddy drop that left me missing my left shoe, legs tangled in the bike and face down, pointing downhill, lying in the peat bog. There after followed a huge amount of whooping, screaming and crashes left and right as I banged my pedals off stumps and rocks, slid of roots and generally minced pathetically my way around. But with a big smile on my face!
Things I learned from Kevin:
1) “this one is loamy and a wee bit techy” = “this is a knee deep peat bog that never dries out and has oddly angled roots all the way through it” 🥳
2) “You really should keep left over this drop” = “if you go right, its a 2m drop straight into a hole filled with rocks” 😂
Brilliant fun, haven’t crashed so much in years, still shedding peat out of my orifices. cheers Kev!
highly recommend off piste at ticknock, but deffo take a guide 🙂