#TOTW Pathetic acts of gnaar of which you are disproportionately proud.

weirdly I walked those steps Friday lunchtime Nettles.

Once on a Dalby forest ride, hubby accidentally switched from a black trail onto the red, at this very moment I got confused and switched from the red trail onto the black, too late I was dropping down some steep steps onto a section of forest track, where several yoofs were sitting waiting for people to have an otb moment. With eyes almost shut I descended them with the grace of a total mtb newbie. Couldn’t believe it when I cleared the steps and rode off with pride intact.

In the bike park in Les Gets, fluffed up a jump and landed straight in to a manual and rode it out “cool style” right under the lift. Kids thought it was intentional, I was just grateful I didn’t land on my back.

You’re all wrong, it’s not about air, or speed or drops.

True gnarr of minuscule proportions is whipping round a hairpin using the berm and leaning hard… Uphill.

Also any total stop but no dab micro course alteration.

Anything I’ve ever done at Jedi’s place.

And that one time I actually rode The Badger.

Plus, riding the Aonach Mor World Cup course (minus the gaps) at pretty much exactly 1/4 the speed of the pros…

After taking my Stooge over some (pretty small) doubles the other day, a couple of the local Yoot said I was ‘sick’.

I assume they meant I was bad, and maybe even a bit wicked.

I carefully rode down quite a long steep and technical washed out bit of coast path yesterday. A walker watched me coming and said “you must be a professional bike rider”. I am not.

I spent countless days over several summers rolling up to the mouth of the 10 % in Morzine, checking it out for varying lengths of time, before setting off down the chicken run. Then, one day, I was ready! After an age of agonising, I finally minced into it and, before I knew what was happening, found myself screaming down it (quite literally, I suspect), before getting spat out at the bottom, still upright and quite intact. Unbeknownst to me, a family of walkers had been watching my progress, and gave me a round of applause. I felt like a riding goddess.

I have cleared Dalbeaties Slab fully naked, rather a long time ago.

😮 😬 Yikes, could have been nasty.

That contained my bravery pills 🙂

😂

I spent countless days over several summers rolling up to the mouth of the 10 % in Morzine,

Had to look that up to see what it is, remember doing it a few times, it feels like your arms are going to get blown off the bars going down it (on a 160mm Enduro bike) as you just get faster and faster over the braking bumps.

About halfway, or so, down Le Pleney. Sounds about right – that horrid feeling that your hands might just get rattled right off the grips – scared the holy crap out of me.

Well, for my next post-gnarr chilling session, I can wear the TOTW-winning STW hat I just got in the post 🙂 I hope it doesn’t make my face do this though

I once went off a 5′ dropoff(set of stairs) aged 11 on a Raleigh Chipper.

I landed it,but bounced and it didn’t end well. To this day I find it remarkable i landed upright at all.