A quick hour’s blast on the SS on Sunday night. I’d not ridden at all since Wednesday so I was ready to really give the pedals a good stompin’. The weather continues to be utter pants and most of the local trails are now permanently submerged. It makes the mud easy to wash off, but apart from that it sucks. Mud tyres and Crud Catchers are so uncool in July.
I’ve perfected my technique for riding the “sponsored by Elastoplast” gravel track through Hurst Woods (many more will ride this during the Hit The North race next year). If I move forward an inch on the saddle so that the nose of it is trying to violate my bumcrack I’ve found that with most of my weight over the front wheel I can Hold It Wide And Let It Slide like Sam Hill…that’s what I was thinking to myself anyway. “F*ck me, I’m like a downhill mountain biking GOD I am”. Not really, but I did ride it pretty bloody quickly.
I soon slowed down once I reached this bit: