Friday, myself and a few misfits did a pootle for a bit, then lunch and a pint in the Plough, we climbed out and headed to Triscombe for DH, in went one bike and out came a DH bike, full facers and armour went on…as for me, i dropped my saddle on the ss, felt exposed in a xc lid and off we went for run one and down to the uplift.
8 runs later and no climbing later the sunset and we headed off after a cracking day on bikes.
I was particularly happy as i've not ridden in anger in over a month, yet felt confident hitting jumps and even did the old track for the first time since it claimed my knee ligs and did it faster than ever before.
Me likey DH!
Sat went out for just an hour with a mate who's not ridden in ages.
Today tried to ride the hills before meeting up a triscombe for more DH, but stood around chatting to people i've not seen for a while, so two of us headed straight back to do a few DH runs and wait for a mate to turn up..
Sessioned a catch berm till a set of new fox forks blew up so we packed up and cleared off.
My mojo is well and truly back, unfortunately so is my passion for speed and gnarl!
Once again a busy day on the hills and my eyes are full of that awesome thing called DUST