LYS MARTAGON, Super Besse bike park, France

Let's go It' s overheating Oh my goodness I can't see anything Are we ready Yes we'ready We're medium-ready We are going to do the track Are we going to do the track Come on let's do the track Let 's do the track What's his name I didn't hear anything Martagon Let's go He's overheated How it slides That hasn 't changed Kevin Charles is overheated Oh the knee I'm putting on the tights There you go slowing down Turns like that Honestly This is war Short transition as it's the first part of the blue trail Friendly little table line but it's scary with the wind I slipped at the entrance It's just pebbles Oh it's back to Whistler There's some tar Forget it It's too funny That's disgusting At first you saw the first slip It was supposed to go through I almost died with the wind In the air it knocked me down I failed Even worse I sent some whips That's all in the extreme Oh hell yes In the extreme Speaking of extreme Extremison the end of the Martagon And there I am about to die Because there I will no longer see anything Normally Even the one in front doesn't know his routes He scares himself How do you expect me to arrive Oh my I don't see anything I told myself I would either let go of the brakes or die Damn these stones are worth that iro Attends I had a routing error Which is equivalent to A good error I need to stick it back on Oh my goodness It's ugly I can't see anything It's finally done I won't let you say