Brockham

After a nice sleep and a quick early morning run through the lovely overcast & light misty Hills Of Surrey, we went to the Compasses Inn a bit outside of town. Cute bartender working, I didn’t get her name though because she couldn’t see me (I had camouflaged pants on). We headed out to Brockham shortly after, although it was a wee bit wet from the rain, but a good sesh was had and Johnny & crew had them up and running. Still baffled on how close a lot of the trail spots are in the UK. I think we had about 16 pizzas in total and they all got seshed. Frenchies & Bogans were shredding as well. I didn’t shoot much, since I was getting some laps in, but I also got my brake lever caught in my shorts (jorts or shants depending on how you look at it) during a turndown. Almost died, took a good spill, but kept getting some laps in. Never had that happen in all my years of riding, but might consider riding in a banana hammock or full-nakey from now on. Great day, pizza and fireside chats. Thanks again to Johnny and the Brockham locals—always a great time stopping in.