March 25th, 2005
Trail 1, Riders 0
I went out and had a lot of fun last night ignoring doctors orders. I spent two+ hours on a local cheeky ride on trails with names like Blue Pig, Midget’s Pit, Stannys Drop, BMX Bandits, Pointless Zig Zags, Washing Lines, and Thingummybob.
Actually, Thingummybob isn’t a piece of trail, just someone trying to remember the daft name they’ve come up with. Thingummybob is a good name for a piece of trail, we just have to find the right bit.
We rode large sections of the ride by moonlight, saving our lights for in the trees. I can hear the question of the ambulance staff. “So, the accident happened while you had two hundred quids worth of lights strapped to your bike?” But I managed the moonlit sections just fine. My downfall was being saved for later.
We rode to the edge of the moors, to the cries of “turn that light out”, as nervous riders bottled the dark. We were seemingly heading straight for a vertical drop and the lights of the town below, when suddenly the trail turned to the side and we traversed the slopes in rocky, steppy zig zags. Fantastic.
Into the woods we rode and everyone’s lights came on. Then, crossing a water bar on Blue Pig, I went down like a sack of potatoes as my front wheel decided to go sideways instead of over. I escaped with a scraped elbow and strange bruise on my arse where the bars spun round and got me.
We were regrouping in the dark on a naughty piece of trail ready for some ultimate cheek when the lights of a quad bike started to approach. Busted. Inwardly I groaned. As the quad approached we pulled to the sides of the trail expecting a right, ahem, telling off.
Instead the quad rode straight through the middle with a cheery “Evening Lads”.
All trails are legal after dark.
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