Les Gets Downhill Trip - June 2002
Someone never manged to sort out an official downhill trip to the Alps so the Monarch, Hodder and I went it alone. We went out fairly 'pre-season', which was cool because we missed the crowds and the tracks were fresh (ie. not bumpy as shit from millions of people skidding down them) but it sucked because not all of the lifts/ bars were open.
Once again Jonny 'you lot stay at my house in Cardiff quite a lot too' Fox provided us with some accommodation in the form of a plush chalet on the 'red bubble' side of the village. Don't really want to bore you with any other details but here are some of the 'highlights' (it's also an excuse to use the 'bullet list' feature which has remained virginal one these pages up till now I believe...!?):
- Remember your lift pass, Pete, or else it's a long walk back up to the chalet.
- It's an even longer run, Leffe- Man, barefoot, whoever that was...?
- Hodder was the best at Tony Hawk and excelled at belching, but couldn't cook chips and pissed with the door open.
- Monarch was good at drinking frozen peas.
- Les Gets residents were left pondering the formation of 'crop circles' in the fields; had aliens landed or had four Inglese been rolling about fighting beating each other off...?
- A trip to Champery meant a five up journey in the Kirby three seater van. Because we didn't want to get busted crossing the Swiss boarder Monarch and Jonny rode accross while the rest of us went in the van. Things were going well until Monarch failed to spot the roadworks and rode into a set of traffic lights.
- Jonny proved his worth as van driver extrodinaire, ripping up the mountain roads.
- Monarch ran the wrong tyre pessure in his rear tyre all week so was never quite a fast as Hodder on offcamber right handers.
- Millencolin did well.
- Jonny bust his peak so went 'bullet head' for most of the week. He looked cool.
- That was about as exciting as it got.
Yeah, so maybe in-jokes aren't that funny to anyone else...