Well. Thanks to my mates who said that it’d be fun ‘and you’ll really enjoy the CyB trails, they’re ace’, I spent about 4 hours in a very dark place, wishing my front mech would work so I didn’t have to mash out my 38t front ring and generally wondering where the DHy bits where.
Of the few flowing trails, there were some seriously peachy bits, but it was all eroded by the abiding merciless climbing. So much climbing.
You’d climb up something huge, go around a corner and there’d be another massive climb. With another climb around the corner.
Then there was THAT climb.
As for the evil car park loop, I spent much of my time after that devising ways to murder the route creator. I also spent a significant amount of time try to calculate miles into km, as my GPS reads in old money. I spent pretty much about 3 hours trying to do that until I remembered my car reads 160km/h to 100mph. Even then, it took me a good half an hour to calculate the 1.6 x current mileage. I gave up in the end in the hope that perhaps I’d wasted so much time trying to work it out, I’d plop out into the finish.
Which we did. Plop indeed.
I had some sort of impression that CyB had mega fast fun sections.
Bugger me though, if they weren’t in there on Saturday.
T-shirt, mug done, and a visit to the St Johns ambulance, to check my eyebrow out after an argument with a tree on that stupidly fast loamy section in the woods with the drop to the left. Stupid sticky out roots.
Oh, and thanks to the chap handing out on the spot prizes, my black chilli Conti Mountain King tyre was a pleasant treat after a hard day.
Then we went and rode Llandegla the next day (albiet very slowly on the ups). And messed about with the Athertons on the pump track for a while.
All in all, I’ll notch that up as A. Good. Weekend.
