told me to ‘ dance on the pegs ’ when I ride off-road , and as much as I try to imagine listening to KC and the Sunshine band or the Bee-Gee ’ s when I do so ; I am in fact listening to early Metallica and thrashing it out . It ’ s not very sophisticated , or appealing , but it ’ s immensely satisfying .
You often hear of the ‘ fight or flight ’ human instinct , but out on these tracks , it ’ s more ‘ fight in flight ’. Attack , attack , attack and when that ’ s done ; do it all again . Attack the track until you collapse , and then , you guessed it ; do it all again the next day . After two weeks , I look ( and smell ) like a homeless drug addict , and can ’ t even tell you my name , but I ’ ll be damned if I ’ m not living more than ever before .
In these two weeks , my bike and I have lived over two years out here in the places in between . While we have absolutely nothing but scars and an empty bank account to show for it , I wouldn ’ t change a thing . Attack , and then attack some more . It may be expensive , but it ’ s an unadulterated charge at the world , a violent assault on miles of nameless forgotten tracks , and more intense riding than I have ever done in my life .
So , if you have over two grand to blow , want to let your inner madman out and think you are hard enough ; come join the fun . But I ’ ll tell you ; you best come prepared . If these words trigger even a slight hesitation or series of questions ; avoid this event at all costs . Unless you are willing to crush it , it will un-ceremonially crush you , and your beloved bike into dust . The track demands
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