Next week the bike park closes, and I’m desperate to get out at least one more time. I haven’t managed to get on a bike anywhere near as much as I wanted to, so the second I saw decent weather, I was bolting down the hill to rent a bike.
It’s clear I haven’t been biking enough, because I drive the lift operators up the wall every time I head up the mountain. I just cannot get the bike onto the hook or the stand no matter what I do. The trouble continues when I get to Easy-Does-It and realise I’ve gotten the brakes hooked to the wrong wheel. Thankfully, once I get down the mountain, I can get to the shop and get them swapped round.
I’ve never ridden anything other than the simplest trail, but since then, the rains have started to arrive, and the trail is almost a completely different beast. There’s no longer huge lengths of dust and slippy surfaces, all the loose surface has wash away, and the biggest challenge is the rocks that have emerged in their place. It almost feels like a completely different trail.
However, I’m really confident after 3 trails, although my hand is starting to cramp. I decide that I’ll do one last run, but since the rain has destroyed most of the dust, I want to give the easy trail that panicked me the second time I came out another shot.
Best decision I made all day. The trail was nerve wracking, but without the dust I had so much more grip, and managed to speed through the segment with no issues. I really want to go out again, but my hand is in agony – lesson learned, no matter how much fun you’re having, take a break midway through the trail to stretch your hand, or you’re going to regret it. When I hand my bike in, I still have an hour, and I know my hand is going in a restraint tomorrow thanks to my stupidity.