Another weekend, another race for the MTBcut lads. This time in the small town of La Bresse, nestled in the Parc Naturel Régional des Ballons des Vosges in western France.
The course, designed by French enduro specialist Remy Absalon was super short and quite technical once the upper section had been dispatched. Any mistake would be punished with a poor result. The track could be described as quite British especially when the rain arrived on Saturday night.
Find out how the baeys got on through the eyes of downhill's tallest man:
The Real Deal.
3 years ago I steered my Orange 224 to 8th place at Fort William. It was my first top ten at a world cup but I didn't feel I deserved it. It was the year of the fabled Mojo skinsuits and although we were giving a metaphorical middle finger to the image over function mentality I felt like we were cheating. Since then I've been trying to prove to myself more than anyone that I can do it again...
Race day in La Bresse started off with rain. Everyone was firing the wetscreams on and getting loose. Joe was getting wild back wheel-steering his 322 down the hill, feet on as always and loving it. Race run time for Joe was a steady affair, he had a decent run but just didn't push it enough. Top 60, not too shabby.
Fraser spent race day shredding Joe's wee bike and chatting up race mums. Qualifying was a nail biting time for Fraser, a decent run saw him on the edge of making the cut. Unfortunately as the riders went by Fraser saw himself miss out by only 1 second. Gutted.
My run went by in a blast. There were no dramas and I was at the finish before I knew it. Straight into the hotseat and I was stoked. I was hoping for a top 20 but as time went on I kept creeping closer to the top 10. I didn't want to get my hopes up but my excitement was building. When the final results were posted I was sitting in 10th. Boom! Thank-you very much!
The team's rocked into morzine now for some supreme braking bump action. Next up, Val di Sole WC.
Cathro
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