First ride back after a week in the bush for work. Went and picked up my wheels off Josh and drove with Jet to the top of Worsley for to park and assemble tubes and tires onto said wheels (weighing in, without rubber (but with cassette and disks) at 2.9 kg).
Headed straight into the track next to the carpark, sun pounding down, and started climbing up through the long grass and then into the trees, steepness got steeperer and I got puffing. Good climb, Jet having a nice time trotting along ahead sniffing everything there was to sniff and leaving pee-mails everywhere. Climbed on and on up round through Braille and then out the top to the main Worsley, crossing up into the B-Line entrance. Breather and rest then onwards upwards to the very top. Moar breather here, then seat down and into Goat (or what we used to call Hang-Loose...). Nice float down here, it's a great line with awesome droppy corners. Baulked on the first log jump, and continued on down. Rode round the log jump before Yoda turn off and then onwards down. Where it meets Tommy2's I stayed on the high line and it headed off in a direction I wasn't sure of, and got pretty steep, so I dropped down to the Tommy2's final throes and blazed out the bottom of this.
Up the exit track, then up the Guts track climbing climbing and climbing, grinding away through the pylon gap and onwards up around to the clifftop. Couple girls here who took off ahead and then I caught higher up in the Original B-Line as we climbed. Out to the top again and took these pics.
On up the Tommy2's/Goat access track and grovelled up this, past the Debbie's turn off and up to my new favourite's turn off. Hung a left here and down the cool canyon bit, which is riding smoother and less loose-cobbly, then down through the dark Douglas Fir forest, through the whoops, and following the creek, then through the clearing and into the off camber. Excellent run down, whooping through to Tommy2's and blazing out the rest of it down, better than before. Second time down the bottom, 2nd time up the exit climb, then up the Guts for one last clamber, up through only to Fight Club this time, left down it and blazed in the heat down here. One whoopsie near miss on one of the lower off camber corners, my front wheel tucked in and very nearly threw me, but managed to stay aboard and got round the next couple and out the bottom safe as houses.
Last time up the exit climb, sun beating down, cooking my poor black dog - stopped regularly throughout the ride to give him drinks, which helps him. Took the usual exit descending trail, sorta following or riding parallel to these two young groms with full neck braces and big travel bikes, and I was way faster than them... Practice and experience makes for faster smoother riders... finally down through the dusty main drag and through the cars down the newby down to my car. Jet lagging now in the heat.
All mapped up, a smidgen under 600 m climbing, in just under 11 kms...
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