A new #gnarrative
Regular readers* may have deduced by now that I don’t generally get much gnarlier than humiliating myself in the odd ’cross race, but since the career-related Great Leap Forward, all that is changing. Henceforth TSP will be all about the shred. It’s going to be wall to wall wheel size discussions, sick edits and freeride flicks.
[*Do I have any that aren't related to me or masquerading as my friends? Not sure.]
To get things under way, Saturday was spent at BikePark Wales, attempting to follow much quicker riders with actual talent down trails sculpted for the express purpose of making buttock-clenching fast-fast. I learned that:
- motorway service station Costa is heinously expensive
- egg and bacon McMuffins, whilst delicious, are terrible pre-ride food. Also blah blah evil corporate overlords etc.
- Doddy is a tall, tall man who rides long, long bikes
- I look hilarious in mtb kit, especially when I try to mitigate the effect with token Rapha
I was riding one of these:
Fluid 7.2 – Photo:Norco
…which did a fine job of not breaking as I ploughed through, over, and occasionally, between obstacles. I’m fairly certain I’d have died on a hardtail.
Naturally, the next stage is curating a range of utterly bullshit-based opinions about the merits of 27.5″ wheels and the correct orientation of flat-brimmed caps.
Let the broviation commence.