A Disappointing First Ride...of sorts

While it wasnt necessarily the worst ride of the year, we did get run off of Perry Hill by rain, that wouldn't normally mean much anywhere else. Dark grey clounds were mounting to the west of the Worsceter Range, some getting snagged on the tops just north of us. We decided we would push it, because that's how we are, and we needed to break in Nat's new ride.


Perry Hill is one of the worst places to be caught out in wet weather. The place goes from highly technical, yet flowy, to downright evil. I don't know anyone that has tried to ride it in the morning before the dew has burned off, and not been thrown to the ground at least twice. Lots of roots and rocks, that have some sort of vendetta against mounain bikes.

We got to the top when it started raining for real. We decided to abort the ride, and get back down as quickly as possible. Because we are such horrible Star Wars nerds, someone yelled "All craft pull up!", and we peeled back and around and bolted. Some of the lower clouds were very ugly, and being high up on a ridge, we decided that being electrocuted before the Meat-up would be just awful.

We scarpered back down the way we came up. Ride over in 45 minutes.
And wouldn't you know it, it stopped raining when we got to the bottom.