The Rock Hop generally delivers good times, last year had us drifting for 6 hours in a 3 man, this year I was solo while David rocked a team with Monkey (no no, not Monkey Magic monkey).
Rob and the DirtRiders boys had made a few changes for 2009. Firstly they didn't order anywhere near as much rain as last year, and none of it fell during the race. Secondly they'd extended the course with the aid of some new trails including a section of big fat berms.
David and Monkey managed a solid 11th in pairs, and I... well despite it being a couple of days since the race I'm still trying to work through mixed feelings about the outcome. My body was holding up well, but when the freehub on my beloved wheels gave out I was left on the sidelines with 2 hours of rabbit chasing left in the race.
I have decided that it wasn't all bad. It's quite rare to chat to everyone you want to, or even get a chance to walk around the course while the riders are still flying around.
It turns out that riders find a one man mexican wave less inspiring than a two arms raised "WOO!". While this bit of information is difficult to file, it's obviously important and I know it'll come in handy one day.
Tuesday, 23 June 2009
Hopping Rocks
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They are some good handle bar scars on the trees in that last photo.
Nice photos Neil
I was talking to a couple of guys who said they hit those both trees every lap. *donk* *donk* *ARGH!*
Even with 580mm bars I was nervous going through them, squeezing my shoulders and butt in tight. :)
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