Tuesday 21 October 2014

Quantocks and Style

I woke up on Sunday with tired legs but with the promise of a blast around the Quantocks with a local. An opportunity to ride the hidden trails and experience the blast of the excellent singletrack cut into the coombes was too good to miss just because my body was aching. The Quantocks aren’t well known outside the South West, as a quick survey of work confirmed, but have a very strong mountain bike scene and a network of lines ranging from the fun to the seriously challenging. Wet loam and roots made it a slippery experience, but no less fun. We blasted a few of the trails and then headed across the moors to drop fast into superb flowing singletrack along and down into a coomb that was almost too perfect as it threaded between the trees above a fast stream in a riot of green.


There climbs were handled on fireroads that dragged up, or on tough pulls up from the valley floor, ridable but hard they really pushed me to make the top and gave as much satisfaction (in a different way) from the thrilling drops.

We rolled back to the car and started the process of getting back to London.

If tales of my riding don’t do it for you, this might instead, if you like smooth stylish flowing smashing of trails:


On the other end of things, this:


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