Back to town.
Picked up Chris around 6 i guess, parked up in Bowenvale Ave. we rode up Old Skool, cleaning it all, gruntingly, of course. then took the Hidden Valley track down for the first time (since its reestablishment), fun little bomb with no big surprises. into Vic...
Grunted up K2, nasty nasty little steep bastard of a climb that it is. got the better of me, but Chris made it after an early dis- and re-mount. removing shirts due to heat. cleaned up the rest of the old Nats track up under the pylon then to bottom of Dazza's. decided against continuing up K2 and took the zig and zag out to the left (looking up) instead. arriving at the skidder site we took the wee singletrack down and round out to gate, across road and bombed down down down to Dyers, across and onto the Old Dyers. hoofed it up here, re-donning shirts half way up, and then on up to kiwi, huffing and chuffing. up road into a bit of scudding cloud, and much cooler climes, to top of Marleys.
Excellent blast down the 'nun, me on Chris's tail all the way til the rocky piss-me-off everytime corner half(ish) way down, then i slowly reeled him in in the lower reaches back to the kiwi. loving the new bash/tensioner setup with NO chain loss in any of the rough stuff, and hauling ass with good measure.
Chris re-watered, then up road to top of Vic. chatted for a long time with a couple guys up there, then dropped straight into descent, chris riding seesaw and me chickening out at the last second. brake-free'd yumpity yump then Chris's chain snapped. managed to find the two parts of his quicklink, removed the twist, reassembled and off down Sesame St we shot. i got majorly bailed up on a wee drop just after the wall-ride. gave me quite a fright, lost a foot out, but somehow held it together, and off down Dazza's we shot, then across Pono's, down Old Nats, 23footer section, off camber, doubledrop/washout, and back into Hidden Valley, up up up, and screamed down Old Skool. feeling pumped and amped at the bottom.
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The wilds of Namibia are calling your bike and fit ass. Can you hear them?
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