GOING DEEP DIRT JUMPING “HEY GUYS, ANY CHANCE OF MOVING THE LOCATION TO CHICKSANDS, BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS MASSIVE HERE?!” I sent this email while standing nervously at the top of the mini dirt jump line at Woburn Bike Park, in Bedfordshire. Looking down the trail, I could see a proper-sized double, with a flimsy plank carelessly filling the central part of the gap, as if the builders had said, “Here, it’s a tabletop now!” It’s not the same, though, is it? In a couple of days I was due to meet up with Saracen’s dirt jump ace, Alex Cahill, for some tips on adding some style and height to my jumping, and I was feeling anxious.
Rigidly full-sus
As long as I’ve been riding mountain bikes (four years), it’s always…