Nelson, O and me left our place and headed up Vic Park Drive, O powering off and causing Nelson to comment as to what a hurry he seemed to be in. We went up to the main park area and dropped down the old access route to the top of Loess Rider etc. Across the road and O dropped over the normal entrance, whereas N and me took the new way straight off the road into Capt Cooker, dropping down the rocks and around, finding O waiting at the Karma/Shred/Loess start.
I led off down Loess and at the first corner, pulled up and peeled off the trail. O continued on down while Nelsie and me explored this new (to us) access trail across towards the 35s... Several options off the left of it, and maybe 2/3rds along there's this massive rock wall with a route down it, leading into a jump and a berm and off down. Nelson pushed to top to check it out but decided against the drop. Who knows the speed you'd have into that jump and corner!? We continued on across the trail, eventually getting to the 35 zone we knew, and were pleased to see cool 'rules' signage up here "Dont talk about it, dont facebook it, dont instagram it..." (So, officially, i'm not talking about it here). Dropped in, holding on to the right hand side all the way down, weaving and dodging. Nelson left me behind and then I wondered if he'd peeled off to the left somewhere because the dust had cleared and I couldn't tell where he was. I caught up eventually. I think we'd ridden the bit we finished on before, but who can tell? Rolled out, much nicer end to it now (not having to climb up to Loess, for a start), finishing down at the skills zone. Rolled out and around up to the base, spotted O, filled up water, cruised in and caught up with O and friends, then left them to it.
Down the carpark and into the climb. Foosh... First bit to the base of long zipline is a prick, but then it's not so bad, zigging and zagging, zigs and zags getting tighter and tighter and tighter. Passed a few walkers up and down. Eventually up the ridge and then nice cooling descent and around into the later climb, reminiscing about Daves (ACJoint) track and Fight Club and the likes... Through the gate and up the Worsley. Oh joy. Cooled off in the shade next to the Park gate and then hit the body bag. Ugh. Nelson cleaned it, amazingly. I failed at the usual spot then kinda caused another rider who'd snuck up behind me to fail too. He practically ran the rest of the way to get ahead. Nice cool breeze at the top.
Climbed up to the top of the Nuns and decided on the Gnar. Nice start, quite easy and relaxed corners, nothing too tech, then you hit the rocks. We stopped and examined several sections before (or after) riding them, giving a couple of bits 2 goes to get the best lines sorted. Then, across the Park track and bloomphity bloomph bloomph down the roughest line, near the bottom of which I'd taken a new (to me) line and just perched on top of a ridge of rocks between two nasty bits I did not want to fall into. Then, as I re-entered the Nun proper, my front end bottomed something wicked and a very weird noise emanated from it... ugh. Rest of the run was fast and fun, until the exit to the road, some dipshit had left their bike right across the exit... I commented "pretty dumb place to leave your bike" as I rode past. Wish I'd ridden over the back wheel. Filled up water at the Kiwi, and off up the road we went.
Into Vic, usual down and around over the jump, loads of people standing around the jumps, and then next to the see saw, guy said "watch how the pros do it" as I went over it, lookin' good. haha.. First few BrakeFree jumps and out down the rabbit paddock, and hard right over the cattlestop, into the pines, Nelson led down over the log and then I led down through the gums, usual route, swooping back and forth on the edge of traction. Onwards down, then quick right and walk out the top of the CAP track, and up over 19th, down, around the road, into the carpark track, (broken window glass all over the carpark), bombing, swooping, getting to know this well now, and final climb before final blast down behind the houses...
A hot af 13.5 kms with, what felt like a lot more than, 541 m climbed.
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