Well I’ll try and keep this brief. Mainly because I’ve too bruised and battered and can’t type properly. I’ve got a pretty badly sprained wrist from yesterday, hope it’s not fractured.
True to his word Davo showed up on our doorstep on Monday after 30 odd hours of travel. Straight away an inkling of coming mayhem was brought upon us as he unloaded two bottles of Bundy Rum from his bag. Austalia day would be a messy affair.
We went up riding Australia day morning, cracking a beer to start proceedings and taking a thermos full of rum and coke along for the chair ride. I promised Davo that if he made it by Australia Day I’d pop a 360 for him, so after a bit of alcohol fueled courage a started spinning. Took a few attempts before I finally got in a proper backside three-o, My Australian flag cape kept flying across my face as I blindly raced towards some trees, sketchy stuff but somehow I managed not to hurt myself too badly.
But then there was the fateful last run before lunch. Straight lining down the lift line I caught a nasty edge, the first point of impact… my head. Lying there seeing stars and unable to breathe, I feared the worst but came away with a sprained wrist and a killer headache. If it wasn’t for the helmet I think I’d have a pretty battered skull.
Heading to the bar for an “Aussie” burger and a couple of jugs of anasthetic beer I surveyed the damage. Two big dents in my helmet, crazy shit.
After summoning up a bit more courage to get out there we rode for another hour, egging each other on to attempt stupid shit. Then came mistake number two, perhaps worse than the first stack which was definately a teeth rattler. I should have seen it coming, but was lost in the rum haze. Following some terrain park employees we watched them hit a kicker and pull of some nice 360′s. Being the last run of the day i thought I’d go out with a bang. Didn’t think it’d be literally. Troy went first, hitting it with too much speed and landing on his back, goggles flying. No sweat, just cut the speed and you’ll be fine. Mid-air, halfway through my rotation and disaster struck, “maybe i’ll just do a 180″. Stupid fool. The indecision saw me land flat on my back, unable to talk or breathe, rum thermos sliding away after flying outta my backpack. Shit this sucks, now I’ve got a bad back too.
It was then time to head back to the bar to lick my wounds and drown the agony.
We managed to polish of three bottles of Rum in true aussie style, making for a particularly drunken evening of house parties and bars.
Well not so brief but that’ll do, I’d describe more from our maniacal rum stint but I just can’t bloody remember anything much. Somehow I woke up with photos of my camera though so it looked like it was a good night.
Happy australia day to all, hope it was a blast and well worth the hangover.