Beeb’s was still hanging about (making everyone laugh, singing karaoke, buying beer and occasionally filming something) so we spent a few days playing about at some of Herefords finest spots. We hit otg on the first day then went back to our luxury residence, the Mbseurope barn, we spent the evening playing table tennis pumping iorn and dancing to the sounds of DJ Beeb’s. No one slept much due to Poom’s snoring, even though he was tucked up in bed (probably not his own) about one hundred miles away. Ledbury woods was class as ever, the van broke down on the way to where our satellite navigation system said Cleve hill was but Tuai pulled out a spanner from his little man bag an fixed it. we made it to an industrial estate forty-five minutes away from where we were meant to be, cheers tomtom you twat! When we finally made it to Cleve where we had a sick session plus the added bonus of local rider, the man with the face Jon Burton to show us around and ride with, we didn’t see mick much an when we did it was just a glimpse of his ponytail over the top of some far away grassy mound as he searched for the weirdest lines he could find. Dyl Dawg killed some huge gap, I did too many threes in a row an beebs got air o yeah Tuai nearly put his knees through his hips trying some ridiculous drops. We didn’t film much but JB did so there’ll be some classic fotty floating about somewhere
Next day we raced Dicko over to Court farm, now run by one of the nicest guys ever that place has a great atmosphere, bag loads of local riders and a fruit farm nextdoor, what more could you ask for ey? The jumps are small but always ridable an well kept, there’s also loads of little rails to keep the
shizzes of this world happy, anyway we had a class time an Kynan the Barbarian came out to play, damn he’s sick!
joke of the post, why did the baker have brown hands? because he kneeded a poo.
Thursday night we finished working on Tom n Micks new backyard setup. we loaded up the MBS truck and set off to Camp Bestival. We thought it be a good idea to pack all our shit in the back seat but really it just meant we all had to get nice n cosy in the boot of the truck. After a solid 2 or 3 hour drive we arrived. We went and met Andy Potter and checked out the ramp. The ramp looked sweet, excited for the next day we had a few beers and I saw a castle before beebz did, then we went to bed. We woke up the next morning and our campsite was nearly under water cus we camped next to the showers. We made our way over to the ramps. Tom was the first to hit the ramp. It was farrrkin quick cus it was built on a hill. Everytime we hit the big line you had to air onto the deck of the ¼ pipe because you’d be going too fast out of the landing to hit the ¼ properly. So we pretty much spent the rest of the day skating and talking to drunk people. Saturday came around and Joe and Paul Taylor came out. We demo’d pretty much all day and Paul got some dope photos. Camp Bestival is a big family festival so we had pretty big crowds and some weird people. We shared the ramp with some bikers and bladders too. Oh yeah and Tom pretty much did a front flip off the ground. Shizz did a sick alley oop craziness out of the very extension into the lower part of the quarter. Joe did a huge ass 7 over the big line and Tuai Warhate was doing siiiick cork 5s. Highlight of the day was seeing Toby Jerkman dressing up as the Cubin Brothers and doing rodeos in a bright orange suit, sunglasses and hat. We rode until it was dark. Then we got drunk and looked for some pale babes for shiz. It was Joe’s 21st so he partied like a rockstar and passed out at like 10. Then I tried to find Mick some babes. I woke up the next day to shizz sitting in the middle of campsite with the world’s biggest nose bleed, it was impressive. I drove with Joe to Haredown and the boys stayed and did some more demosss.
We left Court Farm early in the afternoon to go to out to grass. The wind was down so the jumps were running good. Tom, Tuai, Joe and Shizz had a cute little session on the hip and were busting out some spins. I gave up on the hip because every time I hit it I landed to flat so I just rode the jumps instead. After a while we decide it would be a good idea to ride the actual jump where the hip was but first time anyone rode it Dylan cleared the whole jump and ate shit! Then on Joes first run he didn’t try a grab or anything he just went and tried a switch backside corked 5 and then a switch front flip, he gave up after that. We hit the rail at the top, tom was trying dark slides but because he’s shit he couldn’t do it but he did do some back boards 270 out even though he forgot his pads by accident. Beebz didn’t do any mountianboarding and just spent the whole time flirting with Nicky forecast so we decide to leave him there and left to go home.
so after nearly dying many a time at Glasto festival, we jumped in the MBSeurope berlingo an set off for Bardoneccia Italy, my throat had been a bit rough for a few days but by the time we got to the ferry I could hardly breath and defiantly couldn’t drink or eat, turned out i had got tonsillitis, I don’t know if its contagious but Laurie B’s sister had it at Glasto so I’m gona blame her.
the drive was great, I didn’t fall asleep, crash or even drive on the wrong side of the road. Tuai spent the whole drive eating, sleeping or leaning over an beeping the horn so i reprimanded him an duct taped his hands to his head. We arrived after going through a tunnel that cost sixty bloody quid’s turned out we didn’t know were to go, who to meet, or to be honest why we were even there, after a hour or driving about and a while chatting to some smoking hot tourist info babe we made our way to an over priced hotel and pitched our tents in a car park next to it. There was a class skate park just round the corner so we spent most of the time skating that when we weren’t going down a barely ridable hill on a trolley board.
I’m not gona talk about the comp too much because there were a lot of things about it that pissed me off an I don’t wana put a downer on a great trip. So, three days in and two packs of paracetamol later i was starting to get a bit worried about my throat and seemed to have turned into some smacked up zombie, I decided to got to the doctors. this is what happened.
Tom: ‘hello, ummm my throat is f*&^ed i can hardly breath an i haven’t eaten for two days.’
Lady: Shrugs.
Tom: ‘Ummm, my throat‘!, now grabbing the damn thing an almost strangling myself.
Lady: Shrugs again and gestures to the door.
Turns out all hospitals and surgery’s were shut for the next few days so back to the parecetamol it is. the comp was fun an the end of the track was fast fast fast which was class it was cool to see all the Italian riders ripping it with no brakes and killing it, even after the night before, if you were there you’ll know what I mean.
I finally got some antibiotics an munched them down as if they were penny sweets, two days later we arrived at Winterberg an i felt good. I shouldn’t big this place up too much because it’ll start to get a big head but damn its good, its my favourite, followed closely by bugs and knock hill. we spent a two days riding, hijacking showers drinking beer and fighting wasps well running away from wasps screaming.
i cant rember much of the drive back but we made it home so that was cool. Massive Thanks to Guido, florian, Amin and Max for making us feel welcome as ever!