A Tale of Two Endos
Having just bought my first mountain bike, I decided to go and check out some of the bridleway action above Hebden Bridge.
As I was riding through the hamlet of Walshaw, another MTB rider came up alongside me and started chatting. He was a Keighley rider doing a loop taking in a bridleway sandwiched between Trawden and Boulsworth Hill. I liked the sound of that one and decided to tag along.
We rode up past Widdop reservoir together and made our way round to the bridleway, situated just before Coldwell activity centre. Keighley man was pretty quick and I was struggling to keep up with him, especially on descents.
I put a big effort in to catch up just as we got to the top of a rise which led straight into a fast descent into a dip. He plummeted down towards a large swampy puddle which covered the bridleway. As he hit the puddle he created a huge wave and powered his way up out of the dip.
Any doubts I'd had about the puddle were dispelled - he'd got through it okay so why shouldn't I? I hit it at full speed, intent on creating an even bigger splash than he had done. What actually happened was that my front wheel hit something and stopped dead! I was launched over the handlebars and flew about 6 feet up into the air. I was airborne long enough to realise that there were large boulders everwhere... By a miracle I landed between two huge chunks of millstone grit, face-first in the swamp. I heard the sound of laughter, cheers and clapping and someone called out "Brilliant - do it again mate!" I looked round and saw a group of about 10 ramblers sitting up the embankment. They were eating sandwiches and drinking tea from their flasks. I took a deep bow and said "I thank you, and for my next trick I will..."
Some time later, I was bombing down another descent and made the mistake of taking my eyes off the trail for a second. When I looked forwards again I saw that I had ridden into a narrowing and deepening rut from which there would be no escape! I panicked and grabbed a handful of brake and the front of the bike stopped dead. The back of the bike with me on it carried on moving forwards in a graceful arc. It threw me up into the air and I landed clear of the bike on my feet and running! Unfortunately, I didn't have any witnesses to that one!
There have been many other endos - too many. I've been very lucky so far not to have seriously injured myself. I reckon it's time for me to walk down the seriously steep technical stuff!