After 5 days of solid rain, we anxiously crossed the bridge in to Gods Country, only to be presented by blue skies and sunshine. Those Welshies love us.
The sun held for the whole weekend. The trails had drained pretty well, a few puddles in places - but certainly nothing to complain about.
The Brum boys were running late (something to do with Andy, a shower and lather), so Al and I cracked on with The Wall. The Brum boys, lead by navigator Robert Franklin, got lost in between the trail centre Cafe and the start of the trail - so ended up riding Penhydd.
After the mornings ride, we headed over to Glyncorrwg to find a demo w/e going on. After a lunch of poached eggs, we decided to give a couple of bikes a go. Al took out a Cove Hustler and I decided on an Orange Blood.
The White's climb, on a 36lb downhill bike, is something I don't intend on doing again in the near future (especially when the seatpost height was no where close, so I had to stand the whole way).
Running out of time before the bikes had to be returned, we opted for the White's climb followed by the Skyline decent. At the top of the climb we lost navigator, Robert Franklin, so whilst the Brum boys waited for him to show (for all of 2 mins), Al and I cracked on back to the shop.
The Blood was awesome on the decent, soo much fun - nearly making up for the painful climb. I can't see myself buying one soon mind!
Bobbie Mac eventually got down, after being guided back on course with the help of the shops map and a mobile phone.
Saturday night went to plan - beers, steak, beers, laughs, one too many beers and bed.
Sunday morning we decided (hardtail lightweights) to ride Penhydd - it is shutting for a year after all. Love that trail.
Then it was off home (with a brief stop in a layby to sell a road bike).
Here's to the next w/e away. Happy days.
