Vauxhall Jam

We’d never been to Vauxhall trails before (defo not in any van) and as per usual they were notably bigger than I was expecting, they were also more downhill than I thought they would be with lots of rollers and berms before the main jumps, but with Bently (akabowser) constantly bullying me I couldn’t come up with some lame excuse and just have a few ciders while heckling. The session started pretty chilled but after an hour or so some wee park lads who were having their first day out in the woods did themselves in a treat which brought a bit of a temporary end to things… luckily it wasn’t toooo bad and once he was stretchered off and the bloody was covered up with a layer of dust the riding began again, if a little gingerly… apart from Das Fritz, who turned up, 3′d every set, then with a hand shake and a cackle bid farewell. Always a treat. Things got going again in the end and there were the obligatory endless trains, we also did a 3 man train with a combined age of over 100 (Bently Calzone and myself).

The plan was to either camp at Vauxhall or head over to Spooks and do the same but with the untimely demise of Jonnys executive mobile and the lack of any van based form of transport I packed my bag and headed to the local train station for what turned out to be a surprisingly quick and easy 45 mins back into the smoke. To be perfectly honest my old bones were well and truly worn out so as much as I was gutted to be missing a chance to camp over at Spooks and spend the following day running everything in a few train beers and my own bed were also quite shithot.

A massive thanks to Ryan and the other locals for a great day.