Remarkable day at Wharncliffe Woods, near Sheffield yesterday – a place impossible to talk about with mentioning that for the last 20yrs they’re been Steve Peat’s local training ground.
What I took away from my induction in the world of BIG trail moves was the amazing dedication that Steve must have, to have plugged and pushed and crashed and hucked and ridden and dropped on those trails over that time. This is no glamour puss alpine resort. No uplifts. No cafe. It’s a ride down, push up-fest, with a myriad of roots, routes, rocks, causeways, drops, natural and just YEAH stuff.
I dropped more than I ever have, rode steeper dafter tech than I ever have, and it was double ace. My little light ti 140mm (aren’t they XC forks) hardtail is still in just about one piece - just lost the funky bit of my DT skewer – my wrists hurt a bit, and I didn’t need my pressure suit or full face (but boy, was it nice having them).
Downer of the day? Getting back to find Ed’s van with a broken window – leading to a draughty slightly slower drive back. Nothing stolen, unlike the car parked next to us, but bad all the same.
So thanks to Ed, Benji, Matt, Nial, The Swede , Little Johnny and Cy for a great day out.