Gary's puncture fixed, we rode along a bit fire track where I spotted a steep trail going down the hill next to us. It has to be one of the steepest descents I've ridden on a pushbike. Paul came off riding the steepest bit. I shit it and walked down and still fell on my arse. What a fud!
It was a great day out. We all had a good laugh and hopefully I'll be able to convince someone else to have a shot of the BraCam next time we're down.
Inspired by my trip to Glentress, I hit our local mini trail centre here in East Lothian. I was fair "railing the berms" and "jackknifing the turns" which was fucking great fun. I also "nailed" a fucking tree which resulted in a wee scratch on my arm. I got HB to take a photo of it of course.
|Where the fuck have my guns gone?|