Tomorrow is D-Day. D is for Downhill, or possibly Death. I’ve rubbered up the Pace with some 2.5in wide knobblies, shortened the cockpit with an ickle stem, ditched the SPD’s and bunged in some fat inner tubes.
All of this is displacement activity for thoughts of being a) really slow and shit and b) as previously mentioned, Dead.
I was further concerned by the state of my leg armour – I don’t remember being savagely attacked by a pride of lions, but from the scars and gouges, this can be the only possible explanation. Well there may be others, but I’m trying not to think about those either.
Essentially I’ll be placing myself front and centre in an experiment to test a human crumple zone. So, I’m taking the big camera to record the heroics of my friends, and to give me a good excuse to nesh out, if it all gets a big scary.
Honestly, I’m really looking forward to it. Can you tell?
hahahahaha, I’m sooo looking forward to reading about this. I want pictures too, mind..
Don’t crash, and hurt yourself*
*so badly that you can’t type…
No Bashring? You will clearly die*.
* From a chainring o the jugular as you ragdoll down a steep welsh valley side.
Good luck!
Right, I’m off to give blood then
That frame currently looks all undented…
Not now it isn’t. Big rock tossed up like a googly from the rider in front struck the downtube hard. I haven’t dared look!
Still alive. Feeling quite alive actually. Mincing like a Lithuanian lesbian or shredding like a freeride God? I’ll let you decide 😉