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?