Racing the Most EXTREME MTB Challenge Ever - Day 4

Four days ago I set out to race in the Trans Madeira, possibly one of the hardest races you can do on a mountain bike. 30 stages over five days of racing on a tiny tropical island way out in the Atlantic Ocean. After 15 highly demanding stages, mechanicals, ups and downs, I was sat in third position. Now I've got a flat tyre. Oh f**k, what a dent in the rim. Day four was going to be tough if I wanted to bag myself a podium spot. It was set to be another beast of a day on the bike, starting out on the west of the island for some dreamy Madeira single track. Get it mate. That was quite hard. Made quite a few mistakes. I left as you disappeared of the first rise. I couldn't see you. Enjoy. Rider! Rider! Is that the end? Finish? Long eh? That was long. I just kept it quite smooth then. I had to brake so much towards the end I just had no arms. I didn't go on that jump, I rolled it. I jumped it and nearly missed the turn after it. I was so f**ked. I don't have that length. That was so annoying. Oh my god. Wild. No. Chill. Stop making mistakes. Oh no. Yeah. What happened? I just clipped my pedal. Ah okay. It's okay. It's okay. Yeah. Because without you I would have braked way more times. Is there a drink? Do you respect the enduro? Dan is there a shop? Go on Landio. Yeah. Go for it. Enjoy. Go go go go go. That was hard. I felt my front wheel was trying to wander the more I pushed. Oh no. It's off. Whoa. God. Thank you. Oh I was taxing. Yeah. Missed loads of lines. I didn't push too hard then. I just tried to push. My arms got so bad. How long did you leave after me? About 20-30 seconds. Enjoy. Oh no. Yeah. F**king stick in the track. Dude that was actually hella fun. Wow. F**king best one. Yes. F**king best one. Oh my god. Let the dog eat. I f**king ate there boy. How good's that? Actual fast bits you can just be like see you later brain. F**king don't need you. Yeah. You need a little bit of skill. Not much. That was sick. F**king flip these.