Committing to a line at Rampage initially feels much like being the mastermind of a really bad plan.
I felt my line this year, spoke the language of my riding.
So I will keep this quick and first hand.
Both of my runs began with strong appearances until the gaping spance of canyon stood in my way.
As I approached the lip a costly headwind hindered momentum, ultimately dealing me a mixed hand.
I touched down three feet clear of any and all transition.
Run 1 was brought to an abrupt end.
Bucked off the lip, I was noising heavier than Pinocchio on a first date.
I hit the eject, tossed my life line and put my grade 4 long jump skills to work.
Personally I couldn’t believe my legs were in motion and for that fact operational.
War wounds aside the heaviest hit, was the disappointment and frustration of not putting together a quality finals?
From the course (Paddy Kaye and Crew Killed It!
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