Progression sessions are the best.
There’s no denying it. Dicking about on your bikes, in the woods, is one of the best things ever.
Some people get their kicks from pills, beer or whatever floats their boats, but we get it from egging each other on, in the dirt.
Thing is, I know 3 Geordie lads who just get kicks from being in the woods on their bikes……
The session we had up in the woods was definitely old school . There was no starva for a start. Or bum bags. Or special forces style attire. Brett, Mick and Purvis would quite happily be local legends, but I think they’re too good for that, so I drag the camera out.
There was a rock, a sketchy landing and lots of loam. There were crashes, there were attempts and re attempts and there were moments that had everyone either gasping, laughing through tears or wishing that the for once, the camera had been rolling more than it was.
We left this secret spot, stuck Sprung 5 on in the van, and had a warm fuzzy feeling all the way home.
There’s no getting away from it, sometimes you just need to go old school.