Some truly dreadful parking resulting in an old lady getting very wound up should have been an indicator of what was to come. The trails might have been flat, but the mud had turned them into a greasy white-knuckle ride.
Everyone was focussed and trying their best to find the fastest line through the woods. As the pace began to rise so did they attrition rate. Tired riders opting out of times runs, rear wheels going loose, broken brakes and a partially dislocated shoulder saw only three people out of 20 finish timed runs. Congratulations to Sam Atkinson, Jake Hart and Tom Bull for posting the 1,2 and 3.
I wrap up the formalities early to talk about the two real events of the day. First was Tom Bulls decadent display of rage at the end of his official timed run. Having failed to attend the – very informal – riders briefing he stopped short of the finish and upon discovering his error threw a tantrum worthy of a Greek deity. He even threw his phone into a hedge. Well-done Tom. Second in the line up was the indescribably angry “Lady of the woods”. She spent her afternoon hanging around on the officially marked tracks to tell riders that bikes shouldn’t be there because they hadn’t been invented in 1600 and offering to put a stick through spokes. A final mention for Jack Read for playing a most faultless build up of Also sprach Zarathustra on the club bugle, only to falter on the last two notes in a hilarious let down. Nice one buddy.
That was an awesome Autumn Series. Some prizes will be on offer at the Christmas Doo for outstanding behavior. See you for RD 6 when the whether returns to us in Febuary.