Jet is now too slow to ride with me... Left home and headed up into the park, him on the lead trotting alongside happy as anything. Up through to 19th, over the back of this exploring a singletrack line I'd only walked in the other direction before not really remembering what was to come, over to the skidder, and up the grunter. He was all good for all of this. Up into Brakefree, where I turned and pointed down the new flow. Not bad, bombed in, swooping and pumping and railing out to the turn off for Sesame St, and turned to see no dog... hmmm... a group of guys rode through (the Thursday Night 'Gheybois' Nelson and me have ridden with a couple of times) and then Jet turned up.
We sidled across to the cattlestop Rock garden entry of gums and I helped him under the fence and got rolling again, bloop blop down the rocks, into the gums and turned back to see if he was there, and he never showed. I whistled, I called, I went back up the track to where I'd last seen him, then rode down, all the while whistling and calling him. No sign of his wee glowing yellow eyespots trotting infront of his shadow body. Further down, where the back and forth takes you over that old log and into the corner next to the jumps track I stopped and whistled and yelled, then heard a whistle and shout from the skidder site. He was there with the 'Gheybois' (who were just wondering who'd get first go at him, lol). I told him off and we headed downwards... From here on down he was annoyingly slow, making me stop every 20 metres to look back and make sure he was coming. We cut down below the road, then through to the Tawhairanui track and then down the 235, up, past a car smoking pot at the dog park and down Charles's track in the bush behind the houses and then home...
Just under 5 kms and a total 171 m climbed.
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