The sound is an experience in itself: when slowed down, the warning whistles sound like eagle owls calling through the forest, the cheers of the spectators are reminiscent of whale songs, sometimes even of grunting pigs. The tires, chassis and ground create a thunderous rumble. The bikes float through the picture, seeming to skim over ledges, boulders and roots. The hard blows they take are shown by the shock absorbers plunged to the limit, chains hitting waves and frame constructions pressed into grotesque angles. Downhill racing has never been more relaxing than in these 12 flowing minutes.