Well it wasn't this weekend, but one back. It all started on friday night with limited edition ginger brandy, a couple (read more than 7) Windies and longer than longer kuier with some visting mates from the UK. Come Saturday, was feeling strong as a small bull on steriods until the first hill - made the small miscalculation to ride with dear mate Chamo Dave, who for those who know him, thrives on tech single track, climbs as fast as decend's and all with a smile and a chuckle. SO I weazed and grumbled my way to the top of Tokia, all the while either trying to hold the conversation, Daves back wheel or generally asking to catch my breath... Needless to say, as always, the decent made up for the climb - I marvel at how quiet my ss is and just love being able to pin it through corners with absolutely no margin for error due to its hardtail nature. After plenty, stop turn round lets do that section again, and a couple stop Dave let me catch my fumes/breath, the decending came to happy end - well some would have said thankful, but one can never talk about bombing down a hill like that. So, until I get the gonads to climb back on the ss with Chamo, I'll be playing it safe with a gear or 2. I firmly blame the visiting pom's for this - the beer would never had made me feel like that...EVER! Now, go bomb hills, not countries people!
