jaymiemart.com: SCHLAAAAAAAADERS 2009

Racing was well - equivalent to a stinky aging flacid BOTTOM covered in guk........the only real journey you make in life is between your own ears right - and you are damn lucky if you can make this with a little bit of help and a LOT of fun with your friends......the journey was, looking back part of a my RICH tapestry of amazing memories.

So, we set off from Fionns after dossing around on 125's at the new Griffiths abode in Llandegla and eating ploughmans in the garden - it was perfectly scorchio. We got Fionns Mum (my surrogate Mum - HG) on the bike - she lasted all of about 20 seconds in 1st gear before literally 'keeling' over - it's all on video and I wee'd - no joke!

After about 20 minutes of our 15 hour drive, I leant full scale out of the window to toss a banana skin.....by poor wee glasses got whipped off my head and then skidded down the motorwar :(. We then passed a Welsh tour company called Y-NOT and decided it would be best to swing round and pick them up (y-not) - there is no way they weren't coming on the voyage - even though I have like 3 other paris of the same model (which I omitted to confess to Fionn) - we did an ABOUT turn and picked up the 80mph busters - and they were still alive...BONZA.

So we trucked on, had an impromtu night in Lille - dossed around the city, ate some cake and picked up Emmeline (the new World MTB Champ) - we hit the road - destination - Austria.

Smooth trucking and before we know it - Neven (one of the 3 duckteers), Hels, Fi, Emmeline, Paul, Reg and I were rolling our sleeves up in the mexican in Schladders and hit the vino - a great excuse to have a chin wag and good ketchup!

The first days practice came and went and I decide that the weekend wasn't for me - well at least from a riding perspective. You have to feel it deep in your bones if you want to do well at DH- there is way too much risk involved to only put half your heart to it and me heart was somewhere else that weekend! Plus, when your friends are all around, often at a race, it's easy not to have the time to spend with them. Some times, friends make make the world go round - not bikes, and this was one of those weekends.

So - as usual - a vague outline -this one time, at band camp - Damion escorted us out to the 'new' night club in town - he rocked up in style - lights out and sweating - was the straight line through town the 'best' line to take???

Nev and I found an entire line of food to make you CLEVER........ it didn't do what it said on the can - but it did have a quirky effect on the locks.....- cue the DH family VONTRAP........