Took Hunter and O to the Park. Hunter had a brand spanking new Trance. It'd been raining overnight so there was only one route open, Summit Connector, Choirboy and Loess (and Shred). Trails were mucking fucky, and greasy not-easy, so Hunter was a bit out of his element. I followed him and it was amazing watching teenage 'confidence' being outweighed by lack of innate ability. He surprised me a few times down the Nun, but wasn't going nearly as quick as O was, bombing off ahead of us. At the Kiwi, we continued on down. Hunter was surprisingly quick through the first few bits, but around the big corner into the woopdedoos (before the wee valley and climb up to Old Dyers Pass Rd form) he lost his front wheel to the left, the back wheel spun round and he went down hard. Scraping a big gark in the track a good 4 metres long. Scuffed his knees really good, and hands (no gloves) were numb with pain (and scuffed too). Blood appearing through mud on the knees. Took him a while to regroup. I checked over his bike, and eventually we got going. Him being a lot more cautious from there on down. Rocks were pingy and slick the rest of the way, til the sidling clay and climb. I made sure O rode with him for that stretch, and they chatted.
Then it was into the descent to Loess. Reasoned against Captain Cooker, on account of grease. Descent to loess was sketchy. Loess itself was the worst I've ever seen. Quite dodgy. Slick as. I let him go ahead (O disappeared immediately, and occasionally I'd spot his fluoro orange jacket below us). Hunter took it very easy. I'd wait, bomb, jump, haul up, wait, bomb, jump, haul up... Good run in the end, but we pulled the plug and headed home to hose off bikes and bodies.
Around about 6 kms riding. Almost all downhill. Didn't map it, but registered...
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