Being as we are, singlespeeders, I decided it’d be a good idea to enter. It was
Saturday morning arrives after another hectic week and it’s time to go riding - YAY!. I pick up Joe M at 9am from the station for the drive to Thetford forest.
Two hours of driving pass and we’re there, along with a couple of others - not very busy but we set about making camp and unpacking the car, by the time we finish there’re a few more people about and we go for a wander.
It was on this wander we saw the cycle-sidecar. What a fantastic toy, it steers horribly, it’s hard to accelerate, fixed wheel and I nearly killed us both on some singletrack but I WANT ONE!.
Anyway - after recovering it was time to ride the relay course, very sandy and muddy in places. Some fire-road bits but mosly swoopy, bouncy singletrack. Complete with bombholes. After a bit joe and i seporated and rode off around the forest - meeting up again in time to watch some people make fools of themselves in one of the bombholes.
Riding done it was onto the beer and the Pimms and lemonade in order to get nicely sloshed for the first event, The Team Relay!
Two laps each for joe and I of a 5 mile couse although I completed only one thanks to the closing in of night. In fact it’d got dark in the trees about half way round my first lap and I spent most of the time in total fear using “the force” to navigate.
Several of the riders lapped on strange bikes and in fancy dress - I like this singlespeed attitude
Finished it was back to drinking and talking the night away before retiring at last to the bug-infested tents, just in time to miss the onset of rain.
Morning came on sunday, sluggish, grey and raining. After the sunshine of yesterday it’s quite depressing, but there’s no time to waste it’s coffee and egg roll time.
Breakfasted and twitching from the coffee overdose we fettle the unis and make ready for the leMans type running start.
I say running, we walked to try and avoid having hundereds of whippets trying to pass us on the very tight twisty singletrack of the first section. As it turned out it was the bikes holding us up through this section, I guess sometimes a 29er IS faster
14 (ish) miles and several stacks later we finish the first of two laps with big grins on our faces. At this point I pull over for snacks and to ease my throbbing ankle (guess who rode all the bombholes ) and other Joe steams off on his second lap.
Eventually we’re both done with the riding, fed and packed and it’s prize-giving time. The new british and euro champions are clapped, the silly prizes are distributed (including a shirt for joe and I along with the other fixed wheel riders) and it’s time to go home.
All in all a fantastic weekend - lots of new friends made and beer drunk.
I can’t wait for next time.