A little trip to the Sun

I did envisage a long blog post about my weekend away in Cerro Macho with JoyRiders but after starting to write from the beginning I felt any attempt to cover it all could never do justice to the great time we had. The company was first class with the crack starting from the minute I was picked up, JoyRiders proved a great company with extra Kudus to Jonny for his guiding and biking skills and this was topped off with three days of riding mind blowing trails

The free beer provided in the magic silver fridge which never emptied washed the trail dust from our throats as we relaxed in the hydro-therapy spa, reliving incidents from the day. I don’t think the smile was ever off my face all weekend With no experience of riding in foreign lands it was a real eye opener to fit in so much riding in a few days on trails of such caliber with the Sun beating down too.

The first day started and finished with a section of urban riding, hitting some really sweet trails to make a 40Km loop which proved testing enough in the heat. The second day we paid a little extra to have an uplift service and spent the day riding “Gotham”, a collection of great trails which despite my early apprehension proved to be great fun mixing challenging descents coupled with awesome views. Pridds had a few off’s throughout the day, living up to expectations He was quite a sight in the Spa…. I managed to stay upright on the whole but had a nightmare run of punctures.

The final day Ian decided to have a lie in and nurse his injuries but we were joined by Ken who had arrived with his family the day before to ride a more XC route which delivered fun by the bucket load and a thrilling (and quite challenging) black descent to finish the day in style. Ken tried a face plant at one point and Jonny took the puncture crown off me with a dinged rim the culprit. Stu was feeling a bit jaded and off the pace a bit but Strak seemed in fine form, playing on the bike till the last.

Once back to base we packed reluctantly before making the journey South to Malaga to head back home Manchester was at least fine and not too cold, the closer we got to the Lake District the heavier the rain was falling, the grey clouds were back already as the sweet memories started to fade……….. With so much packed into such a short time it seems like we were there for an age, but looking back on reflection now an age would not be enough for me, it must be a dream job for those at Joyriders.

I hope it wont be too long before I can return.

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