So That Was Mayhem
My tenth Mountain Mayhem went surprisingly well. Yes it rained, yes it was muddy, but complaining about that would be like complaining that Glastonbury was a bit wet. It’s the same for everyone and a test of who’d brought the right tyres and all of their clean socks. It’s more than the racing though - there are the trade stands, the coffee, the ambling around and the sight of the enormous sea of tents in the campsite.
More importantly, it’s about seeing friends. Nearly all of my friends are mountain bikers and nearly all of them were at the event. It’s the one time a year that we get together for a chat and a few beers. Sometimes it’s under sunny skies and sometimes it’s sheltering under canvas.
This year’s Mayhem is already getting better with hindsight. It’s amazing how quickly that happens. By next week it will have been the best one ever and really quite sunny…