trips a go-go

A week of mayhem here in Sabah which began with the Fat Dads team of Dave Hutchinson and I dragging our sorry behinds accross the finish line of the three-day Sabah Adventure Race in 8th place. It was a painful experience I can tell you, and one which parts of my anatomy are still to forgive me for.

The day after we had a group of Brummies to take out and I gotta say how impressive these older chaps can be. Maybe its because I am one of them there older chaps myself but they do seem to posses a fair degree of resilience when it comes to arduous days in the saddle. I took Rich (the younger dirt monster of the group) on a downhill singletrack where he managed to pile up by himself and break a pedal. His girlfriend rolled her eyes when we returned back to the main group to show them his extensive gravel rash....

Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday were recce days for Sly and me, driving into the backside of nowhere, unloading the bikes and bushwhacking into the interior. Sometimes we drew a blank and found ourselves somewhere unrideable but a few of the places we discovered were pure diamonds of routes. Untill you have ridden out of a steamy jungle to find yourself at a deserted beach of soft sand and a shimmering South China Sea, you have had an incomplete life.

Our database of rides is growing nicely which means we can accommodate more preferences and give the widest selection to our clients.

On Saturday we had a crazy stag do, a multinational group of hardcore riders who ripped it up all day, see this blog for an idea of what they thought of it. These boys really had a lot of fun.

So sunday should have been a quiet rest day no? No, I stupidly agreed to take a 'short' ride out with Dave and we kinda got lost, well maybe not lost but certainly in a place that no mountain bikes should ever go. It was a 5 1/2 hour epic which included falling down a hill into a river and canyoning down waterfalls with mountain bikes.