The Revolution Was Carnage.

The wrecklessness began when kurt thought he was already on the trails and hit a speed bumb too fast just as we entered the welsh hillsides, consequently snapping the bike rack and leaving them stranded on the side of the road about 20 miles from our destination. Our van looped back and the bikes were hastily chucked on the back then we watched them wibble and wobble all the way too our destination. Second run of the day and boom Steve goes down and sets the bar with a broken leg, taking him out for the rest of the day and probably not much longer, the man is an animal. People are crashing, people are high fiving, people are hyped, then boom robs down and before we know it layed out in the back of the van with a leg the size of a tree trunk. Another run. Boom, Pettys down, blood all down his face and chin, his tooth had managed to find its way through his lip and so soon enough he was joining rob on the injury bench. The rest of us were still hanging on for dear life, being bashed and bumped this way and that way with frequently infrequent spills and slams. Somehow P-man jumped back in the land drover with his chin bandaged up and slayed the last run of the day.

Here's some of the day through Toms eyes.