I dig racing bikes, in particular the XC variety. There are few things that give my glands a rub like squeezing into a hot lycra skinsuit, lathering up with chamois cream, launching off a hip and railing a sick berm at attack pace.
What I'm going to do here is try and relay what I see as I explore, ride and race the wicked trail that I have around me - with the emphasis being on racing on that same dirty stuff.
Less preamble and more pre-jumping. Race reports due north...