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Worst Wipeout Award 2003
Member#: 72 Location: Registered: 28-10-2002 Diary Entries: 184
Mood: needing time out
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12th November 2006
Mt. Biking: Black Mountains Wind Direction: All Wind Stength: strong up top Surf / Sea State: Air Temperature: Sea Temperature: Weather: Wet, & misty Max Speed: 29.9km/hr (knots - unless stated otherwise) Distance Covered: 17.2km (Nautical Miles - unless stated otherwise)
MUD and lots of it - from the very start. I have a pathological aversion
to mud. And where it wasn't muddy, it was either very steeply rutted, wet &
slimy firm mud, or very broken, wet & gnarly rocky stuff. Oh - or grass.
And mud.
Being advised at the start that the trail was neither technical nor muddy,
I opted to go for SPDs. Big mistake. And lies.
About 15 mins into the trail, my front wheel slid off the side of a rut, I
capsized into the adjacent rut (as in 4x4 ruts) which was about 2 feet
lower than my rut, putting my back out over the central hump, and smacking
my left shoulder into a rock significantly harder than my shoulder. And
just for good measure, I managed to deadleg myself at the same time. Oh -
and my GPS batteries died, despite having been on charge all night.
By this time, my two alleged colleagues - both young whippets - had
disappeared into the distance leaving me with the additional disadvantage
of not knowing the trail. Getting lost followed swiftly thereafter. Oh,
BTW, it was now pissing it down with rain. Bliss.
Fortunately, we did meet up again after they discovered my non-presence in
their wake, though by now, I was pretty freaked out by the mud and the
rocks, not to mention pain, so - quite naturally - I fell off several more
times. Those SPDs are going. I'll never use them again. Flatties only from
now on.
Being told that the rest of the climb was gentle, I staggered up an almost
2 mile long, practically vertical incline, swearing never to believe
anything anyone ever tells me again. It was one of those climbs where you
achieve what you believe to be the summit, only to see another climb
stretching off into the distance mist, with an even more impossibly steep
incline than the section just completed. And several bogs thrown in for
good (actually - bad) measure.
Whilst at the bottom of the valley there was doleful stillness & drizzle,
at the top of the ridge, it blew its tits off. The only saving grace was
that the rain had stopped and that the temperature was above freezing -
though we were definitely in the clouds.
Clattery, rocky descents leading into bogs, leading into more steep-sided
muddy ruts took us (slowly, in my case) back to where we'd parked in the
pub car park. Earlier plans for a leisurely medicinal pint or two and bite
to eat were dashed by the need of colleague #1 to make rapid appearance or
face wifely wrath.
After he dropped me off back in Oldbury to pick my car up, I discovered my
shoulder was damaged in such a way as to prevent me using the gears. With
my left hand. Ever tried driving a right-hand drive car and changing gears
with the right hand? I can recommend it as a fun way to finish off the day.
Or your life.
I managed to survive today only through judicious overdosing on
Ibuprofen.
Go on... Ask me if I'd recommend this particular trail.
In terms of stats, we covered 17.2km & I got covered in mud. It took us
3hrs 14 mins with 2 hrs 13 mins actually moving (not including writhing),
expending a total of some 2200 calories in the process.
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