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Pick a better day for weather, we dare you.<br />
Andy, meanwhile, has brought his 26in hardtail. I note<br />
he hasn’t fitted the bottle cage I bought him at Christmas.<br />
True, the gift was mainly so he’d stop making me carry his<br />
water (won’t fit in the camera bag, apparently), but I only<br />
mention how hurt I am a couple of times. Anyway, he’s used<br />
to a big 29er, and the smaller bike feels twitchy and awkward.<br />
Conclusive proof that big wheels are better, or just a case of<br />
unfamiliar bike-itis? He does seem slower than usual, but who<br />
wouldn’t be with thousands of pounds of camera gear strapped<br />
to their back? As both his speed and grin-size increase the<br />
further we go, it seems he’s just getting used to the bike again.<br />
The only wheel conclusion I reach is that Andy’s six-foot-lots<br />
make the tiny wheels look pretty silly underneath him.<br />
Pig-mucking, switchbacky fun.<br />
In contrast, I am as happy as a pig in muck. I’ve got big<br />
forks, a stupidly slack head angle and a large hill to play with.<br />
Rattling through rocks on a big, wide track, I barrel into rock<br />
gardens that ping me sideways and lean from line to line,<br />
wheels scrabbling for grip on the gravelly surface. I take a wide<br />
line round a cairn, essentially out of control but having a great<br />
time. Was that a drift? It felt like a drift! (It wasn’t a drift.)<br />
The track narrows to singletrack, just as rocky, but with<br />
fewer line choices. I pick my way through a rocky gap and size<br />
up a rapidly approaching drop/corner combo. Do I launch the<br />
drop and hit the corner off the brakes? Do I hell. I carefully<br />
lower my front wheel down the tiny step and creep around<br />
the corner.<br />
A couple of corners later and I’m in the swing of things.<br />
Ahead is the highlight of the descent: a snaking line of<br />
switchbacks and corners. As it comes into sight from above,<br />
the white rock of the trail stands out from grassy green slopes,<br />
twisting and turning, and you can’t help but get excited. And<br />
so you should. Corner after corner, with enough room to pick<br />
wide lines and just enough grip on the loose rock to skitter<br />
through with a little speed and a big grin.<br />
Then everything changes. The track funnels you down<br />
a series of rocky steps in a tight gully and becomes crazily<br />
technical. There’s no obvious line, just awkwardly spaced<br />
drops past ankle-jabbing spikes. Just roll in and hope.<br />
Al doesn’t fancy it, and I don’t blame him. I remember<br />
the first time I rode the Ranger. Determined not to take the<br />
chicken line on the grass bank, I had around 20 attempts and<br />
20 crashes before sketching through the gully. How long will<br />
it take today? Some walkers appear. I wave them through, but<br />
they want to watch. Deep breath… and over the bars I go.<br />
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