Blast from the past

Once I accomplished that the chute part went fairly well, like a memory or a dream returning to me. What I forgot was how fast you got going or how hard it was to control your direction once you were on the main rocky slope to try and aim for the blue dot. The slope was STEEP! Our line on the rock field had a strip of the smallest rocks down it so it was the ground was decently consistent under our tires, but you would hit random larger rocks on the slope while trying to brake as hard as possible and it made the bike squirrel around like crazy. As I approached the bottom I still had a ton of speed and could not slow down at all. As well, just before our little rocky run out, the ground turned from small rocks to grapefruit and watermelon sized rocks in front of me for the last 100 meters of the slope. Coming into it at speed I decided I would let off my front brake right before the ground turned mean and then just hope that the run out did its job and didn’t kill me (the run out was comprised of a flat group of watermelon sized rocks, about 3 feet wide and 10 feet long before a concrete culvert). Needless to say, the run out worked perfectly, and once I stopped I let out a scream of victory like I haven’t done in years. Steve came down in a fairly similar fashion and we shared a moment of youth, relishing what it feels like to be alive while buzzing from adrenaline. I haven’t really sought or wanted adrenaline rushes in a fair while as most of the time they happen from mistakes or close calls, but the feeling of commitment to something relatively unfamiliar culminating in victory resulted in a seriously good feeling. Since then I’ve had a perma-grin on my face and haven’t really thought about anything negative or stressful in any depth. The footage we took didn’t really turn out, but later in the week we are planning to do it again and this time get some better shots, so keep your eyes peeled. What a sweet end to an epic long weekend.
All the best!
J