Monday, November 7, 2011

Welsh MTB weekend, and a kitten in a hamster ball

Sun flare Boom
With little in the way of CX racing happening this weekend, we decided to have a break and go MTB'ing in Wales. Ben, Boom and Andy started the weekend at the Forest of Dean in pretty unpleasant weather, blasting out a couple of laps of the new Verderers Trail, with a few off-piste additions. That afternoon, in torrential rain, we drove over to Afan and our digs for the weekend in Cymer. I think it's fair to say we'd all heartily recommend Bryn Teg House now - we rented a house for four of us. It was perfect: bike storage, hot shower, bike washing, loads of towels, fridge to fill with beer, and walking distance to the pub.
What more can you ask for?
Saturday, we met up with Paul and his mate Rob, as well as Andy's mate Rob to ride the trails at Glyncorrwg. We started with an abbreviated loop of the Skyline in the morning, then did the Wall in the afternoon. That totalled nearly five hours in the chair, when you took into account Ben's punctures at least.
A fair amount of beer was drunk Saturday night, but that didn't stop us getting up early to meet up with Boom's Cape Epic team mate Collyn and Ben's cousin Will for a 10am start. We rode the same loop of Skyline as Saturday, but rather than going all the way back down to Glyncorrwg ponds on the final descent, we used the cut through to get back up to the top of the climb, then take the Whites Level descent back down. That trail has changed a lot in recent years thanks to felling - it's almost unrecognisable from the original, even if the trail does take the same route.
What was recognisable was the centre at Glyncorrwg. I had my doubts it would be the same since Ian left, but the food is still really good with huge portions at sensible prices. Just what you need after three days of shredding.
In the pub on Saturday night Paul had everyone in stitches talking about this video. I won't repeat his description, but CJ Boom actually cried.
On the MoHawkVember front, at the end of the drive home, I tried to fill the Kangoo up with fuel on Norwood High Street. I had a hat on.
The man in the shop wasn't happy.
"Take your hat off" he gestured, which I did, revealing the Mo.
He still didn't release the pump.
I went into the shop to find out what the problem was.
"You have money?"
I showed him my Amex card. All was well.
It seems having a MoHawk makes you look like an untrustworthy thug.

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