Pete and i had a Maxxis cup to race in Port Aine, which was in the North of Spain by Andora La Valley. It took a mighty 10 hours or so to get our race hungry bodies to what seemed the middle of nowhere with a lovely view.
Our technical friendly chalet owner lent us a little directional GPS dudaky thingy m'watsit which showed us how to get there, so our brains flatlined most of the drive other than when we put our hands out the window so see what it would be like without air conditioning in 37 degree heat. Now ill mention that the other kiwi boys didn't have air conditioning in there black Ford Transit. . . . . . haha go the lease vehicle.
After 2 races that i felt somewhat let down by i came out very happy with this weekend being our 3rd race. The track was fast although it had alot of tight switchbacks at the top and was rather dusty and loose but still grippy at the same time. . . . . ya kno wat i mean. (Wow i just confused myself by reading that). It was a great track and offered alot of challenges as to how fast you could let yourself go. It was a struggle to hold ourselves back from doing loads of practice runs as the lifts were great and each run was just pure joy. Here are the kiwi boys chillen in the sun during the lunch break
We actually arrived a day early as usually there is practice on Fridays but not this time. So with a free day to do with as we pleased in the middle of what seemed to be mullets ville(pictures to come) peter and i managed to go swimming,make a boat for butternut and find gas for our cooker(which was actually a bigger acheivement than what you'd think). In the end we realised that we really suck at entertaining ourselves in the middle of what seemed to be hiksville. Heres our kitchen and our cooker cellotaped to a rock for o natural stability.
Anywho, race went great i won both my race runs convincingly which is always a confidence booster and peter came out happy to have made it down the hill in one piece although being beaten by a girl haha. Some prize money for myself though not enough to go buy dinner for both of us any flash restaurant but always better than nothing.
Got home at some ungodly hour after ditching the race as soon as we could so that we could drive the night and missed the blistering heats. With that we got to learn a valuable lesson today(through somebody else) that rubbish thats been sitting in the bin for 3 months in the heat really really stinks, and that when you put it in your van to take to the tip it will spread it juices all through the back and make your van reak of unmentionable iky stuff. heres greg learning his lesson.
