Another cracker day awaits us. Jeff and I take some time out to catch up with our old mates from our #denvertoLA trip last year. Jeff whips up a cooked breakfast then we head into the forest to relive old times and show some of the lads a few trails they haven't ridden yet.
Like on our trip to the States, the boys surprise me with their lack of riding time versus their ability to make me feel like it's about time I quit riding and take up lawn bowls. For such varying degrees of skill and experience, we all stick together pretty well and I'm reminded that cycling can be just about hanging with mates (As long as they don't arse about on the trail...ride it or run it, don't just stand there picking your nose.... that's my motto...)
After a healthy three hours of riding it's back to the Waipa carpark for lunch in the sun before the lads head off to their respective jobs/duties. Jeff and I head back in to Crankworx to catch the Speed and Style followed closely by the Whip Offs. So excited...things are heating up, it's looking like dry tracks and a perfect weekend.
I wander through the tents once more looking for SWAG but everyone is too busy to sponsor therodfather so I get up to the Mons Speed and Style course to see whats up.
As the sun set the crowd regrouped and grew larger as normal working folk arrived from their weekly grind and settled in for the Whip Offs over the biggest mound of dirt I have ever seen. The riders filed up the hill on mass and wowed the crowd with massive air, whipping trains 50 riders long and two up at a time whip fests. I scrambled up the the side of the jump to sprawl out in the dirt with real photographers and nearly wet my pants as rider after rider flew over our heads and I constantly had to remind myself to take heaps of pics.
I've never had so much fun and kept asking myself..could I hit a step down and jump that big?...never mind trying a whip in the middle of it all? Hopefully I'll never have to find out. After the riders had run multiple whips and the judges announced the winners Reed Boggs and Casey Brown, everyone filed off to get stuck in exiting traffic while those in the Mons Royale circle of friends headed into their tent for vodka shots and beer and I hear, a bit of frivolity... I was shattered and took off afater a few catch ups for a great nights sleep and dreams of making it big in 2018...well, just getting through it unscathed to be honest.
TOMORROW: Slopestyle gets bumped forward and the weekend starts Crankworxing