Today's Ride

[Hombre]

I've just seen this movie this morning. Very cool guy.

Not underlined in the words: the guy and his friends in the movie have begun ride and dig the trials in the '98s. 'Fun' fact, that their trails are not legalised yet due to difficulties of the official rout, but the ones on the austrian side, which were built way later only in the recent years, are legal. This describes well, that here in Hungary one of the best thing is that if you have luck, you can ride almost anywhere and nobody* will stop you unless you behave like a d__k. But sometimes forestry will stop acting like these guys, sometimes they don't, depending on the actual office. Like a fortune-wheel.

*Ok, now-and-then a farmer or a hunter may ask what you're doing, but basicaly they are only pretending and not really having the rights they think they have. Of course, there are areas and trails restricted, but these are rare.

 

[bagpuss]

Thursday evening pub ride yesterday.
Most of the usual motely crew out. Much yapping and a big bang on goggles rear wheel.
Much banter followed on what to do. Bike swap ensued . Walt been a lot lighter. Loads of fun as he mastered toe clips.
All made it back to Ale House .
Pictures later.

 

[2manyoranges]

Sounds like a great ride:

Chatter
Mechanical
Pondering
Resolution
Laughter
Drink

Perfect

 

[2manyoranges]

THE GROM CLIMBED!

Came down for breakfast.
Announced he was going UP the hill!
For a committed DH athlete this is astonishing.

Arrived back an hour later having had F U N .
Excellent

 

[The History Man]

Tail end Charlie I was.

 

[2manyoranges]

Boo!
Found you!

(Great photo)

 

[Joe_Rides]

Weather, illness and family time has halted any exotic rides to distant places recently.

But I'm trying to get a couple of local miles in of an evening, just to keep the legs free and my sanity intact.

 

[2manyoranges]

Not your average day. Er…and not a day to use retro machinery...

Up to the car park at Crans, meteo says sun.

Spend half an hour faffing with shin armour, knee armour, armoured shorts, torso and shoulder armour, arm armour. Lift pass…check…pressures…check…water…forgot it…sun screen…drat.

Woman walks a goat on a lead past us. Odd. We assume this is part of the large circus now setting up on the area in front of the lift station. Up the steep steel steps to the station, useful plank zip tied on to help get the bikes up. A few other DH-ers wandering around with Forbidden, Raw…nice rigs….all worn and dusty. We know the trails here so we chat recent trail adjustments and other relaxed stuff.

It’s cool at 2000m but not the cold and snow of Monday.

Fiddle with kit. Let out some air from the front; usual neurosis about ‘have I got exactly the right pressure’ and then off. Grom already has trashed the blue and red, but I am on my first proper Alpine DH run of the summer so want a familiarisation run on the blue - and I am on a hard ar=e enduro bike (Transtion Patrol) not the Grom’s full DH Canyon Sender.

Well…it’s down the rubble strewn fire road to Chetzeron and then through the gate onto the Blue proper. Out of the gate the immediate speed is just great….and smooth and precise from the Transition over the first jumps and into the speed ripples in the berms. It’s all cool…I sense the Grom behind holding back - but actually I am maintaining a decent pace: let go when you can….get the braking done before each turn…’front brake is your friend, front brake is your friend’….let off the brakes and then high into the berm. Gravity pulling like mad. When we stop halfway he actually compliments me…gosh. He’s right that I am scrubbing the rear too much and need to balance my braking more…

So after the short stop to make mental notes we are off again and down to the lift for more runs.

Nice.

 

[The History Man]

Not your average day. Er…and not a day to use retro machinery...

Up to the car park at Crans, meteo says sun.

Spend half an hour faffing with shin armour, knee armour, armoured shorts, torso and shoulder armour, arm armour. Lift pass…check…pressures…check…water…forgot it…sun screen…drat.

Woman walks a goat on a lead past us. Odd. We assume this is part of the large circus now setting up on the area in front of the lift station. Up the steep steel steps to the station, useful plank zip tied on to help get the bikes up. A few other DH-ers wandering around with Forbidden, Raw…nice rigs….all worn and dusty. We know the trails here so we chat recent trail adjustments and other relaxed stuff.

It’s cool at 2000m but not the cold and snow of Monday.

Fiddle with kit. Let out some air from the front; usual neurosis about ‘have I got exactly the right pressure’ and then off. Grom already has trashed the blue and red, but I am on my first proper Alpine DH run of the summer so want a familiarisation run on the blue - and I am on a hard ar=e enduro bike (Transtion Patrol) not the Grom’s full DH Canyon Sender.

Well…it’s down the rubble strewn fire road to Chetzeron and then through the gate onto the Blue proper. Out of the gate the immediate speed is just great….and smooth and precise from the Transition over the first jumps and into the speed ripples in the berms. It’s all cool…I sense the Grom behind holding back - but actually I am maintaining a decent pace: let go when you can….get the braking done before each turn…’front brake is your friend, front brake is your friend’….let off the brakes and then high into the berm. Gravity pulling like mad. When we stop halfway he actually compliments me…gosh. He’s right that I am scrubbing the rear too much and need to balance my braking more…

So after the short stop to make mental notes we are off again and down to the lift for more runs.

Nice.

We need pics.

 

[Frankenorange]

We need pics.

We demand video.