Only once did I actually properly whoop involuntarily on a downhill. Where? Why, the truly fabulous Brechfa Red, of course! To be precise, that great big chute on the final descent. Oh my word I didn’t know what to do with all that grin factor that afternoon 🙂
I kept hearing whooping noises from the forest that day – I assume it was other folk on the same bit.
As far as other noises are concerned, I am quite vocal when things get hairy. The air is pretty blue when on the very edge of control. By comparison one of my mates never says anything until he’s REALLY in trouble, so when you hear swearing you know something bad is maybe about to happen.