I had the distinct pleasure of riding with a beautiful crew of calm-cool-collected, uber-talented and beautifully-masterful riders this weekend (LW, DH, MC and his L, EDE). I don't know how I lucked out. I promise a full weekend report at some point ... soon.
Until then, one little story from the Sprite of Over-Excitedness (me).
MC made sure to point out every last possible "roller line" on both of our rides this weekend. In my hyper-excited state of wanting to up my technical riding game, I put myself on everything that didn't require 'air time.'
Sunday, mid-day, MC pointed out a super-sweet, double-pitched, slightly-gapped rock line that was right at the edge of my 'steep' and 'big' experience thus far.
I lined up, pre-rolled the entry point a few times... while DH and LW looked on in complete horror. Ed could barely watch, and I'm not sure exactly what MC was thinking. But, I knew I had it in me.
So ....... Zen state locked ..... and down I rolled ....
And what word involuntarily sprang from my mouth in that first attempt, as I rolled in a little too hot and a little too over-excited???
I did not roll off the end of that line particularly "clean" the first time. The second time, however, I rolled it without a sound, and rolled away as casually as I could.....
More pix and stories later!!! I promise!