It was me.
Junior borked a brake on his own bike on stage 2, so was on my hardtail (the yellow spesh fuse) after that.
BB hit the nail on the head with the sentiment, but they were actually chanting ‘cheat, cheat, cheat…..’
As the timed sections were all downhill, the weight of the bloody thing in the gloop meant that it was more a hinderance than an advantage. Hence my adrenaline and frustration fuelled question back to them about how I was a cheat – I should have just ignored them.
You know what you’re dealing with when their final retort was ‘it’s just banter’
It’s just a shame that junior had to witness it – despite being a strapping 6 footer, he’s only 13 and seeing his dad being abused made him want to abort. We didn’t though and both finished all timed stages without further incident.
I underestimated just how seriously some folk take these events; but the majority were very friendly despite that.
Thanks for the kind words on here and on the day.