Aching like hell after yesterday evenings organised bike shop ride. It was only about 13 miles of riding, but boy did my knee joints hurt last night, and my finger joints are still hurting even now.
As expected the lad that was out for last nights ride, pushed me way beyond my comfort zone, and I reckon that I learnt more in those couple of hours of riding, than I have learnt in the last three years.
I found myself launching down stuff that I had previously either walked down, or chosen to avoid, and traveling faster than I have ever travelled along some of the very narrow and technical single track stuff. Several times I had visions of whacking the side of trees with my shoulder and dislocating it at the same time, but out of the seven of us that went out last night, only myself and the lad that I ride with regularly, were the only two not to have a mishap.
The other riders were super fast at down hill stuff, but thankfully for us, not so sharp on the technical slow single track stuff that, that we spend three nights a week riding.
I've always shunned away from riding with the mate that took the ride, knowing that as he owns his own DH course/centre, raced against our very own Col (which I didn't know) and amongst many other race events has completed the mega avalanche a few times, and is a complete loon on and off a bike.
He was still a loon on and off the bike, but certainly gave me heaps of advice and tips, both about riding technique and also in respect of the bike itself.
Definitely not a wasted evening, but I'm not so sure that a suggestion that he made of entering me in a forth coming novice gravity enduro race on the pedal mtb hardtail was such a bright idea though.
I might be trying the course one evening next week though, just to make my own mind up!