It's the charm of mountain biking. Every ride you find new stuff to ride.
Even out on our local trails (which we know inside out) we find new fiddly bits to fall off.....of.
While we arsed about on Herts only switchback Mickey was discovering a new dropdown for us to play on.
We got stuck in straight away.
10 minutes later we had to drag the boys away from having "one last go".
We had quite a few crashes during the morning.
No lasting damage. Only bruised ego's.
The ride finished with us sessioning a section of three log piles.
The last of these had a difficult lefthand turn onto it which saw more that one comedy dismount.
It was hard work riding home against a blustery wind but we took home with us a few stories that can be exagerated for re-telling later.
As usual. More pictures on my Fotopic website. Just click from across there (points to the right).
It's what you right hand is for!
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