Hello!
The Vandem Freeride went down! It brought all manner of excellent things. Here are a selection of them.
- Taking a first run and footbraking into everything before quickly learning I wouldn't have to do that any more.
- Having a speed trap with the board facing you to "incentivise" a vaguely aerodynamic tuck into weary legs
- Totally legitimately overtaking Oli/him giving it a large airbrake and waving me through
- Greetings from Pete as he zoomed by not 30 seconds off the push
- Being happy as hell
- Hearing music in your head whilst in your tuck/sequel office space from edits of the event you are skating at right now
- The Chris Vanstone-Richard Auden Early Morning Hungover Winch For Escorting Large Objects From Pretend Guard Towers Procedure (T.C.V.R.A.E.M.H.W.F.E.L.O.F.P.G.T.P)
- being happy as eff
- thinking that it would be nice to have an enjoyable job, habitable vehicle and be able to make it to these things everywhere
- Ready to skate sunday morning and seeing the residents of the campsite extract themselves from their alcohol fuelled stupors with varying degrees of success
- running for vans
- having traffic altercations in the uplift vehicles that were equally as entertaining as some of the questionable shenanigans being pulled on the hill
- bringing enough lunch on the second day
- Seeing and hearing how bloody happy everyone was
- hearing people talk about how epic their last run was
- having "cult wheels shred your mind" stickered on my leathers only for it to become "cult wheels shred" and hoping it wouldn't just become a shoddily cut up single gaffer taped on sticker
- people not walking around on the hill
- learning that one bend was called "The Wet Patch" but it wasn't actually wet
- making up for not being very quick by tucking everything in sight and apexinging the living hell out of anything even slightly resembling an apex
- being really fucking happy
- enjoying fast runs as much as slow ones
- putting in colemans to toesides in the shutdown zone and pretending to be Dom Kowalski
- Hopping over bits of hay like an overexuberant giraffe
- Bemoaning my tall but utterly made of nothing frame and decidedly tired tuck as I didn't get to the safety of the corners before the Borek caught up
- pushing like it was a race to escape the "freeriders" and their art of dragging shenanigans from the most mundane scenarios
- not getting overtaken by a grom
- being able to sort of "keep up" with the faster dudes
- being really, really effffff inngggggg happy
I think that's it for now. Thank you to everyone who made the thing happen and everyone who I shared the hill with. I love skating down hills and can't wait to do it all again soon.
Will
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