Bristol, what a mixed bag.
After a frantic escape from Cornwall on Friday, the usual business ensued on arriving in Ashton court. All the regular faces were there, and most of Friday night was spent catching up and talking rubbish.
I was having a great time. I was complemented on my lines through the last singletrack by another rider?? I had Chipps buzzing my back tyre, doing impressions of Darth Vader in his Tie-fighter. I then followed a girl on a Spesh who zipped easily through the singletrack; I sat on her tail and followed her every line and we flew through the trees. It was almost like a Mint Sauce ride.
John was having a great race in the solo's until his extra smooth race tyres washed out on a corner and the curse of the VeloCake knees struck. He also walked back with a tennis ball on his knee and packed.
A mixed bag then really. I lost then found my (limited) ability to properly ride a mountain bike, was hating it then loving it and somehow finished quite reasonably.
VeloCake might well be back again next year.