Sometimes sessions are the best when you least expect it. Last Friday I drove over to Uden to pick up Choq. The poor guy was over for 10 days from California and saw nothing but shitty weather but Friday looked decent so we packed the bikes just in case. It cleared up and we drove to the Volkel BMX track. Not to do any gate starts but the turns have been filled with bricks so they make good banks for other moves than straight up berm blasting. The staging area saw some grinding too by Choq and without killing ourselves, we called off the session to drive to the next spot.

The Boekel trails 10 minutes down the road need some work. One afternoon of shaping with a couple of guys and the spot looks good. We didn't have that time so we packed the van and cruised on in the direction of Gemert. On the way Choq noticed a BMX track next to a barn. A U-turn was made and to our surprise it was a full on set-up. Starting hill, little table, a huge 180 degree left hand turn followed by a small or a big four-pack.

It was windy and clearing the little table on the way to the turn was just as hard as clearing the bigger doubles. Jumping doubles for the first time is always scary and the first attempt resulted in a flat bottom landing. That meant that the speed with the wind in the back was enough. A few photos later Choq had the shot we wanted and we packed up again.

The farm boys Handbal veld was next. The bank there is great and it's got a few obstacles to play around on. Choq ate it hard on the rail when his rear peg got stuck. His wrist was already fucked and this certainly didn't help. A few smith grinds on the box later and a few abubacas by Bart and we were on our way to the Helm Trails. But first we had a "Broodje Kroket", something they don't sell in SoCal.

The trails in Helmond were wet. Keep in mind that it had snowed and rained all week and the clay did not appreciate that. A quick stop for Vla at the FATBMX office and it was off to the Sugar Hills trails for a final dirt session of the day. A few crashes later it was time to call it a day. One afternoon, six spots, good times, not bad.
BdJ
