Empire Cycles Enduro Round 3: Wolf in sheep's clothing

Star date: 25-26 October 2014
Location: Coed Trallwm, Mid Wales
Event: Empire Cycles Enduro Round 3
Weapons of necessity: 26" XC hardtail on day 1, 29" XC hardtail on day 2
Greatest achievement: Trying
Greatest weakness: Failing
Result: Mid-table, again

Once upon a time there was a national downhill racer called Neil. Like anyone who gets their kicks riding bikes off cliffs, he must have had a screw loose to start with, but after one face-plant too many he tragically had to hang up his Lycra and spend the next 15 years muzzled and under constant sedation in an institution (contrary to popular belief, not actually the Drover's Rest).

Eventually released as part of Care in the Community, an ostensibly cooler, calmer Neil began organising grass-roots MTB events - but with a difference. Events with an unusually chilled and welcoming vibe but with a lurking menace and an undeniable sadistic streak. Yes, behind that urbane and amiable facade, there still skulks the mentalist of yesteryear.

First came a series of relaxed XC events peppered with the odd totally demented descent - and now, many beers later, a series of relaxed enduro events also peppered with the odd totally demented descent. Like the family Rottweiler - tickle my tummy then watch me savage your baby.

This event is very much a case in point. On the one hand, it was chill-out central. All five stages were within spitting distance of the Coed Trallwm trail centre café rather than dotted around a big loop, so it was a case of ride what you want, when you want, making things even more sociable and relaxed than ever. Timing was suitably old-skool in the form of synchronised Casios, and I particularly liked how the only sponsorship presence, a rail of (highly recommended super-soft organic bamboo) T-shirts, was largely left unattended because Trail 42 were taking part themselves.

Most of the stages presented little to worry about either, lightly spiced-up versions of the centre's existing descents that were well within the average rider's comfort zone. While competition was fierce at the sharp end with plenty of intimidating Transformers-style body armour floating around, the majority of us were indeed average riders there for the challenge, for the craic. Desperately hoping to put in some good times, of course, but not overly surprised or bothered when we didn't.

All of which made for a bong-tastic weekend of coffee, chat, ride, cake, repeat. And check out the views:

 

On the other hand, there was the utterly bonkers demolition derby of a first stage. That Neil just can't help himself. Talk about a baptism of fire. An insanely full-on steep muddy rootfest that belonged in a downhill race and so-like-totally sorted the men from the boys, with even the best riders taking the odd tumble and us lesser mortals being batted around and spat out the bottom as though caught in a giant pinball machine. I make no apologies for focusing on this stage. It was the daddy of the descents, completely overshadowing the rest, and was all anyone talked about all weekend.

Big kudos to Steven Sproat for daring to share this chest cam footage of stage 1 (Sunday's version), as I suspect that, like me, he will never trouble the podium at the World Enduro Series.

Warning: Contains bad language (but not nearly as much as I used).

Before I give the wrong impression, let me stress that the stage was mental-fun, not mental-dangerous. More Insane in the Brain than Killed by Death. Yes, it was very steep in places, but there were no kamikaze road gaps. Everything was rollable. You could always just stick out a foot or two (and now and again a hand or a head) or hop off the bike and run/scramble. What made it so challenging, and so much fun, was that it was just so unpredictable. A never-ending succession of off-camber roots, sketchy drops, steep/tight slidey turns and just plain ol' mud meant that you never really knew what was going to happen next. One minute you were slithering over/round/down said trail features without any major problems; the next, you suddenly found yourself pointing back where you came from - or up at the sky - and wondering just how you got there. And as error piled upon error, initial four-letter frustration morphed into a kind of giggly hysteria. I finished my first practice run declaring it the best descent ever.

Sliding down the "easy" top section.

Photo courtesy of Carol Cobbett at CAC Photography.

Although parts of it had appeared previously in XC races and the first round of the enduro series back in April, the trail pixies had clearly been dropping acid all summer, adding some wild new features and extending the track right down the hill to create an absolute monster of a run that felt completely fresh.

The top section had undergone a major makeover to make it more durable in wet conditions with some strategically positioned mini rock gardens and chicken-wired timber offcut steps, plus a few extra little ups and downs to make it a full 3D experience. I first described it in February 2013 as "a twisty, turny beast of a section, all stumps and roots and steps down onto a deeply corrugated traverse which was rather like riding on oval wheels" - and that still pretty much sums it up.

Looking up the middle section. It was steeper than it looks.

The middle section was where it got steep. Really steep. And slippery. Really slippery. Imagine a series of tight switchbacks, some rutted or bermed and some with no support at all, down a 1-in-3 ice rink. It was mental. I mean, what sane person would choose to slalom down a ski jump on a f******* bicycle?! Ultimately there were still sufficient traces of the lush loamy leafmould of summer to offer a modicum of grip on the steepest parts, but the super-techy entry down a drop and straight over a big lump into a tight bermed-right-to-flat-left zigzag was pure clay, freshly buffed into a leap of faith. The coaching manuals tell you that if you point your eyes, hips and front wheel where you want to go, that's where you'll go. Well, whoever wrote that had clearly never ridden this track! Despite repeated attempts, I could never quite flick my body round fast enough for the second turn, with the result that the bike wanted to carry straight on down the hill - backwards. The natural, indeed the only, response was to send out an urgent steadying foot or two. But pride was restored only temporarily, because in these conditions my shoes were like superpowered mud magnets and instantly doubled in size, so it was then like trying to ride in a pair of these:

Struggling to clip back into your pedals while navigating tricky off-camber roots is the last thing you need at the best of times - and certainly not when it's just about to get properly steep:

Looking down part of the middle section at the one ski-turn that didn't cause me any problems. It really was steeper than it looks.

If only it had been straight down the hill. That way you could just cling on and pray. And on the Sunday it was. But Neil the mentalist had other ideas on the Saturday, cruel ones, adding in an extra zig-zag round a tree over a ten-inch root that was desperate to grab your chain ring and catapult you into the air. Again, I never made the second turn. Logic and physics told me I was going to carry straight on and crash into a tree, and I don't like to disappoint, so that's exactly what I did. The bit pictured above, though, was more straightforward, at least at a snail's pace, and I managed to slide down with a degree of control and even dodge the trolls to get onto and over the bridge at the bottom unscathed.

See, I said it was steeper than it looked. This was the 180° Turn from Hell. Unfortunately the Root of All Evil is partially obscured here. #DavidBailey

They thought it was all over - but there was more. Brand new for this event, the bottom section began with a couple of really big man-made features...

OK, not actually Kim Kardashian's bootilicious buttocks, but a huge speed-scrubbing "bus-stop" up and down a pretty sheer 10-foot bank, followed by a 20-foot loose stony drop that did its damnedest to send you into a tree stump.

... before going all natural along a muddy, rooty, mossy, puddly straight section full of boggy wheel-grabbing holes to the finish.

What an absolutely mental, brilliant, exhilarating descent! It's amazing what mountain biking can do to your brain chemistry - I can't believe any drug could deliver that kind of high. Depending on how much of a pickle you got yourself into, it offered somewhere between three and five minutes of 100% wholegrain downhill goodness, and for my first one-and-a-bit runs it was pure magic.

Then came the hiccup. I'm not sure what happened. Somehow this:

Turned into this: 

 Both shots courtesy of the cannily but cruelly positioned Carol Cobbett from CAC Photography.

And before I knew it, I was lying on my side with a tree stump poking me in the kidneys and ribs and threatening to do this:

I exaggerate, of course, but it still hurts a fortnight later, and I'm still struggling to put down any real power through the pedals. That said, I'm not sure the physical injury slowed me down that much in the enduro. A timed run is a bit like sex: your mind is on other things and temporarily switches off any aches and pains you might have. The mental wound was a different story. I eventually limped down the rest of the descent, legs akimbo, balance awry, never expecting to make it round the corners or up the bus-stop or miss the stump after the big drop - and I didn't. I arrived back at the café a quivering, nervous, simpering wreck. I had completely lost my bottle, my marbles were threatening to go the same way, and I just wanted to go home.

Regular readers will know I'm no stranger to a bit of a wobble at the top of an unfamiliar steep drop, and I like to think that's an entirely normal and natural response. But this was more serious, not so much "I'd rather not" as "I can't". I still had to do two timed runs of that descent, though, so I desperately needed to man up somehow. I started with every biker's first port of call - cake - but appeared to have developed immunity. When the shakes eventually receded to the point where I could carry a coffee and only spill half of it, I retired to a quiet corner of the café and tried to go to a place of inner strength, only to find I didn't have one.

Turns out I'm not a man but a wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie.

I did eventually summon up just enough courage to go back over the top, and I even squeezed in an extra practice run between my two timed runs. Every time, though, however much I told my body to just do it, my newly liberated inner wuss just said no. I was rigid with fear even on the easier top section, which caused me to skitter all over the place and stall constantly, and when I got to the steep section, my feet wouldn't stay on the pedals no matter how hard I tried and how much verbal abuse I gave myself, which was rather a lot. It was deeply, crushingly humiliating. That hill well and truly had the better of me.

In wartime, I'd probably have been shot for cowardice. Fortunately the penalties in enduro are not quite as harsh and I had a chance to redeem myself on the other stages, which I did, making the top 20 on the pedallier ones and ending up mid-table overall out of about 80 riders. Which isn't too shabby, considering that enduro is not what I normally do or what my XC bikes and XC tyres were designed for. And on balance I did actually enjoy the weekend hugely - a well-organised event, great tracks, great venue, great atmosphere, no caveats.

I always knew I'd left it a bit late to become a World Cup downhiller, and I think now I have to accept it might never happen. That said, time heals all wounds, including dented pride, and I'm actually now itching to have another go at that descent. And when I do, I'll f****** have you, you b******!



I'd like to dedicate this post to fellow Red Kite Events regular Jason Moseley (clearly no relation) who managed to break his leg in two places on a fire road the weekend before the event - get well soon, mate!  

Lloyd	Pete	18	MALE	both	00:08:55	00:14:00	00:22:55	1
Yapp	Jack	17	MALE	both	00:08:58	00:14:07	00:23:05	2
Bulman	Oliver	34	MALE	both	00:09:41	00:14:58	00:24:39	3
Dobson	James	30	MALE	both	00:09:48	00:15:03	00:24:51	4
Allum	Phil		MALE	both	00:10:01	00:15:05	00:25:06	5
Frewin	Taff	35	MALE	both	00:10:01	00:15:08	00:25:09	6
Scott	James	30	MALE	both	00:09:50	00:15:20	00:25:10	7
Bewick	Tom	17	MALE	both	00:09:52	00:15:23	00:25:15	8
Goulson	David	41	MALE	both	00:09:36	00:15:39	00:25:15	8
Robinson	Jay	33	MALE	both	00:09:58	00:15:26	00:25:24	10
Ridley	Jon	23	MALE	both	00:09:42	00:15:58	00:25:40	11
Thomas	Robert	33	MALE	both	00:09:58	00:15:46	00:25:44	12
Tweedie	Alan	31	MALE	both	00:10:20	00:15:58	00:26:18	13
Walker	Sean	36	MALE	both	00:10:20	00:15:58	00:26:18	13
Coop	James	27	MALE	both	00:10:13	00:16:10	00:26:23	15
Gardner	Graham	44	MALE	both	00:10:23	00:16:02	00:26:25	16
Forrest	Ryan	31	MALE	both	00:10:57	00:15:42	00:26:39	17
Staple	Jesse	32	MALE	both	00:10:37	00:16:42	00:27:19	18
Baraona	Rebecca	21	FEMALE	both	00:11:05	00:16:20	00:27:25	19
Jones	Matthew	29	MALE	both	00:10:37	00:17:00	00:27:37	20
Parry	Daniel	32	MALE	both	00:10:55	00:16:47	00:27:42	21
Eve	Bradley	17	MALE	both	00:10:51	00:16:54	00:27:45	22
Christian	Mark	41	MALE	both	00:10:48	00:16:58	00:27:46	23
Watkins	Alex	15	MALE	both	00:11:18	00:16:41	00:27:59	24
Salmon	Austin	17	MALE	both	00:12:50	00:15:22	00:28:12	25
Cardy-Stewart	Leon	32	MALE	both	00:11:15	00:17:06	00:28:21	26
Greenland	Sam	30	MALE	both	00:11:45	00:16:51	00:28:36	27
Boote	Joe		MALE	both	00:11:41	00:17:03	00:28:44	28
Randell	Dennis	38	MALE	both	00:11:50	00:17:11	00:29:01	29
Humphreys	Adam	43	MALE	both	00:11:48	00:17:20	00:29:08	30
Hill	Rob W	25	MALE	both	00:11:38	00:17:59	00:29:37	31
Garrood	Nigel	47	MALE	both	00:11:53	00:17:53	00:29:46	32
Rollason	Jon	36	MALE	both	00:12:05	00:17:43	00:29:48	33
Schroder	Chris	44	MALE	both	00:11:32	00:18:35	00:30:07	34

Empire Cycles Enduro Round 2: The need for speed

Star date: 26-27 July 2014
Location: Crychan Forest, Mid Wales
Event: Empire Cycles Enduro Round 2
Weapon of choice: Rigid singlespeed on day 1, sensible bike on day 2
Greatest achievement: Stayin' alive (ah, ha, ha, ha)
Greatest weakness: Take a bow Captain Slow
Result: Mid-table

There’s something rather special that happens as you stand there on the start line, watching the previous rider sprint away into the distance and out of sight. Time slows down, the banter of the queue suddenly fades away, the lights dim, tunnel vision descends, the thousand-yard stare rules. Welcome to The Zone. You are transformed – now you are Steve Peat, Usain Bolt, maybe Eddie the Eagle in my case. Total focus. Nothing else matters. This is what it’s all been leading up to. A three-minute high-speed balls-out blast to the bottom of the hill. The descent ahead of you is not there to be merely enjoyed, or survived, but a sacrificial lamb waiting to be slaughtered. You are a riding god, you are the best, the daddy, you are going to fly down that track at warp speed. Nothing and nobody can stop you. This is your World Cup, your Olympic Final, your Big Moment. No second chances. No margin for error. No possibility of error. Final check – saddle, suspension, gearing, pads, helmet. Inch closer to the line. Clip in. Deep breath. Quick prayer perhaps.

5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1 – Blast Off!

Welcome to enduro, baby.

Great chest-cam video of the stages courtesy of James Scott from MTB Swindon. 

It was just like this, only steeper (and, in my case, slightly slower).

The pootle-and-plummet format of nu-skool enduro is a world away from what I usually do, but I’m finding those three-minute adrenaline shots horribly addictive.

On the surface, it’s like everyday trail riding. But it isn’t at all the same. You simply don’t push yourself as hard normally. When racing against the clock, you get carried away, you lose your inhibitions and relax into it, like being drunk but without the loss of control. Those rocks and roots that might normally have given you cause for concern? You just blast straight over them. Doing it as part of an event makes you feel safer and more confident, and not just because there’s an ambulance at the foot of the hill. That’s not to say you’re necessarily riding beyond your safe limits – your limits are completely redefined. At least, that’s how it was for me.

It really is a kind of DH lite. Downhill racing on everyday bikes on red-graded rather than black-graded tracks. Tracks that pretty much anyone can get down, at least slowly. You just decide what is stupid-fast for you – and go a bit faster. I was pretty slow by most people’s standards, but bloody quick by mine. I had no idea you could ride a bike that fast and live. What a rush.

My usual discipline of XC/endurance racing – my comfort zone – is like running a marathon. There’s always an element of pacing and self-preservation, and I take a relatively passive approach to descending. Having half-killed myself getting up a hill, the way back down is a chance for a breather before heading up the next climb. So I tend to freewheel and let gravity do the work, my main input being braking. Which is all a bit negative.

Enduro racing is more like doing the 100 metres, as you go hell for leather from start to finish. Here, descending is not an exercise in controlling your speed but a constant quest to go even faster. I learned this very quickly during practice. I tried following a couple of guys down the first stage, and while I would ordinarily stop pedalling after 50 yards once I've got to a decent speed and then pretty much coast from there, they just kept on pedalling even when the track started getting quite lumpy. In fact they only stopped pedalling when up in the air (which was quite a lot of the time) and when scraping the dirt on tight turns. For these guys, fast is never fast enough.

18-year-old Peter Lloyd shows how it’s done.

Cracking photo by Carol Cobbett at CAC Photography.

My more XC-oriented approach to the same little drop.

Photo by Carol Cobbett at CAC Photography.

While enduro is to some extent a retirement home for ex-downhill racers – think Radio 2 – there are some amazing kids out there too, and in this event they ruled the roost. But even the other wrinklies were absolutely mental and supremely skilled. And fit: even on the pedalliest stage, where I would have expected my fitness to make up for my inferior bike-handling skills, I was miles slower than the best riders.

With me, there comes a point where I start to worry about the consequences of getting things wrong and ease off. Crashing never seems to cross these guys’ minds, though, they're too busy looking ahead for ways of finding more speed. While I still tend to get sidetracked by obstacles right in front of me, they just let the bike do the work and pedal a bit more.

Even (or perhaps especially) at my level/age, the whole speed, speed and yet more speed thing is incredibly exciting. Liberating, even. And, as I've said before, it's so good to be able to stop at the bottom to whoop and grin like a Cheshire cat and exchange war stories rather than head straight up the next effing climb gurning XC-style. Which has left me questioning what I want out of mountain biking. I climb like a goat but I’d rather descend like an animal!

Uh-oh, I seem to be going through another mid-life crisis. I think I want to be a downhiller!

But can you teach an old dog new tricks? I’m not a natural daredevil, bungee-jumping and sky-diving and getting fired out of cannons. And having misspent my youth studying rather than hanging down the skate park doing skids and wheelies, I lack the natural balance, flow and confidence that marks out the best riders. They’re the ones who don’t look at their hands when playing the piano, who don’t need to remember the F-sharp. Hell, they probably never learned to read music. I’m descending better all the time, but I suspect it's like learning languages – it comes so much easier when you’re a kid. I imagine I’ll always ride with that telltale foreign accent.

But who cares as long as you’re having fun (and not in hospital)?

Me looking a bit more enduro on day 2.

Photo by Carol Cobbett at CAC Photography.

Enough navel-gazing, what were the stages like? Well, fantastic, really. Exhilarating and exhausting. An unprecedented spell of good weather meant the ground was dry as a bone, with almost infinite grip and only one foot-soaking puddle in the whole event. Many of the tracks were loose rocky affairs very reminiscent of the Dyfi Enduro (without the congestion) and familiar from previous endurance events in the Crychan, but the highlights for me were the twisty, rutted, rooty sections purpose-built for the event.

I was reasonably pleased with my performance. At times I missed having the Bionicon Alva 180mm full-susser I borrowed for round 1 of the series in April (as chronicled here). This time I opted on day 1 for a ready-made excuse for slow times in the form of a fully-rigid singlespeed XC bike, which would have been immeasurably cool if somehow I’d been able to put in some fast times, but ended up making me look a bit daft to be honest, especially when I punctured on the first timed run.

On day 2 I brought my very first mountain bike out of retirement, a shagged 2005-vintage budget Trek full-susser with a whopping 100mm suspension at the back and maybe 50mm at the front. This did make quite a difference to the feel of the tracks and encouraged a more devil-may-care attitude on the rough stuff, but in the end I made so many little mistakes that my times weren’t that much faster. I also managed to puncture again on stage 3, which made for a very long run carrying a very heavy bike.

I’d like to think I’d have done better on my 29er had it not still been out of action, but ultimately I have to accept that I was the limiting factor.

It was a long way down from here – and this wasn’t even the top of the climb!

Outside the actual stages, the Empire Cycles Enduro series is a very relaxed, friendly and inclusive affair. The format is practice and two timed stages on day 1, and five timed stages on day 2. Riders were even encouraged to drive up to the forest on day 1 to save their legs. Being a hard nut, I opted to ride up anyway and try to bag a KOM, only to find the hill in question wasn’t registered as a segment (it is now!). On day 2 everyone had to do the full 40km loop, which was pretty hilly, but you could take as long as you wanted on the transitions.

The après-ride consisted of a free beer at event HQ followed by a choice of pasta dishes at the Drovers’ Rest in town and an airing of the new Steve Peat film, which included some great archive footage of downhill racing on rigid bikes in the 1990s – see, it’s not just me! Some of us watched the video out on the balcony above the river; the Midlands crew just got drunk (which didn’t seem to affect them unduly the next day); others had an early night. In the end I chose not to camp this time, but to relax and breakfast in en-suite luxury at the Drovers’ Rest for a very reasonable £30.

Waiting to ride the lumpy, loamy first stage. I must have ridden this section seven or eight times over the two days and loved it every time.

What an amazing weekend of riding it was! I loved the first round back in April, but this time was even better. The weather was better, the descents were better, the transitions were better. But more than anything, there were twice as many competitors, so I got to spend more time watching other people ride and/or failing to keep up with them. It was truly inspiring to be among so many talented riders who are just so damned fast.

A couple of minor caveats to the advertorial above: there were a few timing-related hold-ups, some of the marshals’ radios couldn’t get reception, the ambulance driver should have had a map, and the absence of a podium (however unattainable for me) made the finish something of an anticlimax. But on balance it was a well-organised event.

Once again, thanks to all the lovely people at Red Kite Events and their merry band of marshals, all the lovely people at the Drovers’ Rest for great food and accommodation, all the lovely Carol Cobbett for the photos, all my lovely family for the weekend pass, and all my lovely fellow enduroists for the company and inspiration. I had a blast.


The top 30:

First name

Last name

No

Gender

Stage 1 Finish Split Time Day 1

Stage 2 Finish Split Time Day 1

Stage 1 Finish Split Time Day 2

Stage 2 Finish Split Time Day 2

stage 3 Finish Split Time Day 2

Stage 4 Finish Split Time Day 2

Stage 5 Finish Split Time Day 2

Day 1 Time

Day 1 Pos

Day 2 Time

Day 2 Pos

Combined Time

Overal Position

Heathcote

Paul

29

Male

00:01:43

00:01:40

00:01:35

00:01:35

00:02:10

00:02:41

00:02:09

00:03:23

4

00:10:10

1

00:13:33

1

Goodey

Nick

32

Male

00:01:40

00:01:54

00:01:36

00:01:37

00:02:08

00:02:37

00:02:16

00:03:34

8

00:10:15

2

00:13:49

2

Baldock

Steven

16

Male

00:01:43

00:01:38

00:01:35

00:01:38

00:02:15

00:02:45

00:02:21

00:03:21

3

00:10:34

3

00:13:55

3

Sutton

Rhys

8

Male

00:01:43

00:01:36

00:01:41

00:01:39

00:02:18

00:02:42

00:02:21

00:03:19

1

00:10:41

4

00:14:00

4

Lloyd

Peter

6

Male

00:01:41

00:01:38

00:01:36

00:01:39

00:02:16

00:02:46

00:02:42

00:03:19

2

00:11:00

7

00:14:19

5

Love

Matt

22

Male

00:01:50

00:01:49

00:01:42

00:01:47

00:02:16

00:02:38

00:02:31

00:03:39

10

00:10:53

6

00:14:32

6

Bolton

Joe

26

Male

00:01:43

00:01:41

00:01:40

00:02:08

00:02:16

00:02:42

00:02:26

00:03:24

5

00:11:11

10

00:14:35

7

Kay

Christopher

37

Male

00:01:50

00:01:46

00:01:51

00:01:51

00:02:18

00:02:40

00:02:29

00:03:36

9

00:11:08

9

00:14:44

8

Phil

Allum

42

Male

00:02:02

00:01:50

00:01:45

00:01:48

00:02:22

00:02:44

00:02:22

00:03:52

18

00:11:01

8

00:14:53

9

Allen

Gary

28

Male

00:01:56

00:01:48

00:01:48

00:01:54

00:02:21

00:02:51

00:02:27

00:03:44

16

00:11:21

13

00:15:05

10

James

Scott

43

Male

00:01:54

00:02:00

00:01:47

00:01:53

00:02:19

00:02:49

00:02:24

00:03:54

19

00:11:12

11

00:15:06

11

Aucock

Ste

7

Male

00:01:57

00:01:51

00:01:56

00:01:52

00:02:22

00:02:47

00:02:31

00:03:48

17

00:11:28

15

00:15:16

12

Heathcote

Jamie

31

Male

00:01:47

00:01:54

00:01:49

00:01:47

00:02:38

00:02:51

00:02:37

00:03:41

12

00:11:42

16

00:15:23

13

Walker

Sean

18

Male

00:01:59

00:01:43

00:01:41

00:01:41

00:02:18

00:03:47

00:02:18

00:03:42

13

00:11:45

17

00:15:27

14

Salmon

TOM

11

Male

00:01:56

00:01:35

00:01:49

00:01:49

00:03:10

00:02:54

00:02:33

00:03:31

7

00:12:15

18

00:15:46

15

Eve

Bradley

35

Male

00:02:05

00:02:02

00:01:52

00:02:01

00:02:44

00:03:03

00:02:56

00:04:07

23

00:12:37

19

00:16:44

16

Richards

Eif

38

Male

00:02:04

00:01:59

00:02:02

00:02:04

00:02:53

00:03:04

00:02:45

00:04:03

22

00:12:49

20

00:16:52

17

Taylor

Conrad

10

Male

00:02:21

00:01:23

00:02:15

00:02:07

00:02:49

00:03:10

00:02:53

00:03:44

15

00:13:14

24

00:16:58

18

Woods

Mike

27

Male

00:02:06

00:02:03

00:01:56

00:02:10

00:02:41

00:03:15

00:02:57

00:04:09

25

00:13:00

22

00:17:09

19

Hawkins

Will

17

Male

00:02:10

00:02:11

00:02:01

00:02:07

00:02:41

00:02:58

00:03:16

00:04:21

28

00:13:03

23

00:17:24

20

Houldsworth

Ben

33

Male

00:02:15

00:02:00

00:02:09

00:02:09

00:03:00

00:03:19

00:03:08

00:04:15

26

00:13:45

25

00:18:00

21

Hill

Rob W

14

Male

00:02:07

00:02:01

00:02:06

00:02:10

00:02:50

00:04:09

00:02:49

00:04:08

24

00:14:04

29

00:18:12

22

Mutlow

Tom

15

Male

00:02:14

00:02:17

00:02:14

00:02:13

00:02:54

00:03:22

00:03:14

00:04:31

30

00:13:56

27

00:18:27

23

Schroder

Chris

4

Male

00:02:20

00:02:14

00:02:11

00:02:07

00:03:37

00:03:05

00:02:54

00:04:34

32

00:13:54

26

00:18:28

24

Lee

Gary

40

Male

00:02:11

00:02:12

00:02:09

00:02:26

00:02:57

00:03:17

00:03:23

00:04:23

29

00:14:11

30

00:18:34

25

Stockton

Ashley

36

Male

00:02:07

00:01:54

00:01:50

00:02:20

00:05:22

00:03:08

00:02:41

00:04:01

20

00:15:20

33

00:19:21

26

Seymour

Nathan

9

Male

00:03:40

00:02:20

00:02:30

00:02:19

00:02:58

00:03:16

00:02:56

00:06:00

35

00:13:59

28

00:19:59

27

Crametz

Jerome

39

Male

00:02:37

00:02:29

00:02:39

00:02:28

00:03:02

00:03:20

00:04:11

00:05:06

33

00:15:39

36

00:20:45

28

Jenkins

Tomas

19

Male

00:02:44

00:02:37

00:02:28

00:02:08

00:03:13

00:03:29

00:04:14

00:05:21

34

00:15:32

35

00:20:53

29

John

Calvert

44

Male

00:02:21

00:01:55

00:02:32

00:02:28

00:03:55

00:04:00

00:04:00

00:04:16

27

00:16:55

38

00:21:11

30