Mountain biking in North Wales. Left Manchester city centre at 8am, at 09:15 I was peddling up a hill at oysysky trail centre.
Day cloudy and scenery nice we headed out and up from the trail centre. After a gentle climb the trail became faster and more technical. Enjoyable stuff until we took a wrong turn and found ourselves on a step and rocky black section. Finished when a series of three corkscrew funnels spat us back onto a fire road.
Traveling on we stopped to regroup. I took up the lead for the first time . Within 50m we past a group of hardcore bikers covered in muck catching their breath. Looking cool I swept through them and headed onto a northface obstacle. Bit of a drop off, not to worry it’s only a red route. Speed up, looking cool. Shit this looks tricky. Oh shit 4′ drop. Oh shit can’t stop. Oh Shit this is going to hurt. Bike gets air, front wheel lands hard, suspension compresses, I lurge forward waiting for suspension to bottom out. This is going to hurt! Handle bars rise to meet me, my bum lands back on the saddle. I’m in one piece!
Back at the trail head Sausage butty and coffee were waiting !