Bombhole run was tops too, scaring the shit out of some lycra seatpost jockey as I drifted past him, accelerated (!) into the final corner and used some "fundamentals" to drift at speed round to the road. Then a little road section and climb to Wilboarclough, where I was sizing up lines all the way up.
Descent back down was possibly the best I've ever felt on the stinky, all the lines, all the speed, and the bike and I were loving every rock, drop, twist, all at speed of course. When we first walked this a few weeks back there was a lad beans-ing it down there and I was quite impressed. However, he was slow compared to me today! Definitely found the float over the loose stuff all the way back. After the bollox climb back up to Standing Stone, I went down the "what the fuck" trail. Blasted down and then back to the car, smiles all round.
A few pics...
At the top of Wilboarclough, contemplating reinstatement
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