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Just got back from the Tamworth snowdome. Why do I do these things to myself?
It was a mini work-do, mostly for the benefit of the developers who've come over from South Africa for training. We had half an hour of sledging and another on tubes.
First go on the sledge - fine, although I was stopped by the very last crash barrier.
Second go I took the outside of the curve, hit the wall 10 yards from the bottom and wiped out.
Third go I set off and found out why I'd hit the wall - my left brake was totally fubarred. Somehow kept control until almost the end, when I rolled.
Swapped sledges and headed up again with Sibonesegi (Sibs for short). "Right John, it's on!" He said at the bottom of the escalator. I think by the top I'd actually used the phrase "You're going down like a clown." This was my best run; I cut past him on the turn and beat him to the bottom easily. "You the man!" he shouted. "One more?"
So, up to the top, off the escalator, onto the snow and down I went, slam flat on my back, much to the concern of, well, everyone. I staggered up, beat Sibs to the bottom again and then it was time for tubing. That was totally mad, and very punishing on my shocked back, so after one go I stayed at the bottom and took photos.
Coffee and sarnies afterwards, and then I ran three of the guys back to their hotel. So I'm home with a cup of something hot and wondering whether I have enough arnica gel to cover my entire back.
It was a mini work-do, mostly for the benefit of the developers who've come over from South Africa for training. We had half an hour of sledging and another on tubes.
First go on the sledge - fine, although I was stopped by the very last crash barrier.
Second go I took the outside of the curve, hit the wall 10 yards from the bottom and wiped out.
Third go I set off and found out why I'd hit the wall - my left brake was totally fubarred. Somehow kept control until almost the end, when I rolled.
Swapped sledges and headed up again with Sibonesegi (Sibs for short). "Right John, it's on!" He said at the bottom of the escalator. I think by the top I'd actually used the phrase "You're going down like a clown." This was my best run; I cut past him on the turn and beat him to the bottom easily. "You the man!" he shouted. "One more?"
So, up to the top, off the escalator, onto the snow and down I went, slam flat on my back, much to the concern of, well, everyone. I staggered up, beat Sibs to the bottom again and then it was time for tubing. That was totally mad, and very punishing on my shocked back, so after one go I stayed at the bottom and took photos.
Coffee and sarnies afterwards, and then I ran three of the guys back to their hotel. So I'm home with a cup of something hot and wondering whether I have enough arnica gel to cover my entire back.
