Oh no! What happened to our sunshine? Probably the same thing that happend to Ian’s knee. It just got tired of behaving. Actually, it was a great day to be out on the Bog, even if Ian had to take a break (I have great sympathy for this. As I write this, I’ve just returned from getting an MRI on mine).
Anyway, I’ve never had a bad ride on the Bog. It’s unreal how much different terrain there is on this trail.
Oh look!
Awwwww, Al thought he saw a jar of marmalade.
I guess you kind of had to be there, but Al (for those of ou who don’t know him) is a bit of a self styled 18th century gentlemen vagabond. Some time ago he discovered that you can get away with pretty much anything if you cover it up with an apologetic manner and a posh accent.
Or, as Stu put it…”He just lathers on the Englilsh so no-one notice’s he’s fucking them off.” Whatever, for a guy who makes remote controlled spyplanes for the British military, he’s a damn fine rider.
Oh yes, Phil. “The Shadow.” If he knew you were watching, it was a bust. He doesn’t know I’m standing here with a camera, so I managed to get a shot. Tricksy I am….
Al.
OK, favourite shot of the tour. Yes, the frame is slightly angled, but it looks like how it feels when you ride it, especially right there…. There’s a bit of a double bump as you just get onto the log, so you’re sort of falling for the first couple of bike lengths. It’s kind of hard to explain, but there’s a long moment at the top of this log that feels so committed.
Dom’s crash from yesterday seems to be well behind him.
Here’s more proof.
Al of course, is so freaking tall that he makes it all look sort of wimpy.
Round two we got into Knuckleduster. I love lap 2, because there’s way less stopping.
Of course, we sessioned the snot out of the setdown/stepup combo. I might have some vid of it for you in the near future.
A couple of 3500′ laps, and we’re done another one.
