Planned for a long weekend of camping and riding up at Melrose, but not everything went as planned.
So, upon arriving and unpacking after the 3 hr drive I discovered that a few things had been left behind... Like my chair, and the GoPro charging cable. Not all bad though, I had an awesome secluded camping location away from everyone else.
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So, camp was setup; time to hit the trails... Well lets just say that perhaps the first trail I hit did not survive the recent rains so well and it was rough, with lots of large exposed rocks. No biggie, just a bit more steering practice. But man everything felt a bit weird, I put it down to new stem/handlebar combo. Stopped to double check alignment; through axle was loose... F-wit.
Headed to the other side of the park; to the more "flowy" trails... a little water was in the way though.
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Man was that a shit load of fun over that side, despite the water crossings... until:
I pumped on a crest for some mad airtime... Only the trail didn't keep going straight
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F*ck Fu*k Fuc*
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A nice side on pic of what was in that grass:
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Status report: no real functioning front brakes at this point but my wheel didnt exactly turn freely on its own either, due to a massively bent rotor. Five minutes with the leatherman and a tonne of cursing later I had a spinning wheel and sort of working brakes. #winning
Limped it back to camp, but being after 5pm the local bike shop was closed, so getting a new rotor would have to wait until Saturday 0900.
Got the fire cranking, stoked to get some dinner cooking and BAM. A group of around 20 *insert extremely loud minority group* rock up and setup camp right next to me, basically just shouting at each other the entire time. There go's my quiet weekend away. FFS.
So its about 2200, I'm ready to pack it in for the night and basically their kids are just screaming at each other, no early night for me, 2300 still just screaming and shouting. They finally cark it at about 2430, and I finally got some sleep.
Day 2:
Get up early to cook breakfast so I'm ready to go at 0900 and get a new rotor then head straight out from there. Finally, things are looking up, new rotor fitted by 0910 and I was off to the trails. Smashed the 5km commute and on the first part of the climb started feeling a bit queasy, stopped, puked, felt even worse. Headed back to town. Crashed back to bed and slept for 3 hours.
Around 3pm I decided to head out again, got back to the trail head, started the climb and ran into this guy:
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And everything started looking like a fucking snake... oh wait that is a snake! so after 2 snakes in about 300m of trail I bailed.
Rode back to camp, got the fire going and cooked up an early dinner. By this time the noisy neighbors had all arrived back as well, and I had discovered a broken spoke on the rear wheel.
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I decided at this point that it wasn't worth it, packed up camp, left at 1850 and drove all the way back to Adelaide.
Final casualty count:
1x front rotor
1x rear spoke
1x pair of shoes and socks (melted them trying to dry them by the fire)