Hop munchers indeed!! Kent doesn't have the oldest brewery in the country for nothing! When the locals where "truly revolting" they kicked William the Conqueror's butt. Hence the county motto meaning Unconquered. Not like the rest of the lily-livered Anglo-Saxon weeds that just rolled over That's one in the eye for them! BTW, we do have 300 foot cliffs that are climbed and downhill mountain bike courses. For flat Earther's, try Norfolkt. Look out for an up and coming On The Hill Adventure Zone to reveal the true secrets of Kentish extreme sports. Or is that Extreme sports of Kent ?
Been on it a while ago (on a TR) and from what I remember the crux is at the top after some hard balancy climbing. It then involved some pebble pulling and dodgy smears. Couldn't do it with my reach (and lack of strength). At my limit then (and now). Don't think any of the gear would stop a deck out so you'll need to have it totally wired Good luck!
In this remote and terrifying part of the county my survival tip is head to a pub in Canterbury, consume large quantities of Shepherd Neame ale. Then try and stagger back home through the woods, safe in the knowledge a night out in the cold will be offset by the beer coat you acquired earlier in the evening. By the way, not all the locals are revolting.....
No we didn't use GA MTB. Meant to but you know how things changes. Ended up with another local company but the bikes and helmets were totally unsuitable for such an escapade. Even the smallest ruts caused the full suspension to bottom out with a worrying thud and even after you reeled in loads of cable on the brake levers the pads weren't really gripping the rims. Perhaps that's why we were a little more cautious than the larger GA group we saw that day. 15 idiots who couldn't cycle, careering past and off the road! We at least got to enjoy the view and wildlife with a great Bolivian guide.
It's strange you wouldn't trust a bloke to carry your bags across the street in South America but we'll all gladly get onto a ramshackle bus and get driven around at breakneck speed. I survived the road to Sorata with the bus only having one puncture. The road to Coroico was a different matter... Figuring it would be nice to have some semblance of control over my destiny I opted to mountain bike down the road. A 3500m drop in 50Km. Awesome, though quite how my brother managed to cycle into me is beyond belief! There's not many that can say they've survived a crash on the world's most dangerous road. Having nursed our aching limbs in Coroico we still had to endure a nail-biting drive back up in the wet.