Roubiax


Cross Purpose

 We’re stood halfway down a steep bank that is both slippy and sticky at the same time, waiting. Suddenly a wave of sound breaks from the left and creeps louder as it follows the lead riders round the course, the air tingles electric and as the wall of cheering crashes onto us they’re right there and riding down the muddy, chopped, rutted bank as if doesn't exist. Heart-rates quicken, and not just the racer's.