At 6'3 I'm generally sorted for height on bikes. But there's this "point of no return" thing with me and the Africa...
When riding hardout stuff on the big girl and I cock it up I can end up getting it to that point where there's just no way you can stop it from falling. You can slow it down maybe, but she's gonna fall and you've got a second or three to give yourself a hernia and try to guide it gently onto it's side.
On a few occasions you can pull if back upright from a precarious lean but the strength and energy required is phucken phenominal.
Anyway that's my lame contribution to the thread .
There are two kinds of adventurers: those who go truly hoping to find adventure and those who go secretly hoping they won't. We should come home from our adventures having faced their perils and uncertainties, endured their discomfort and beaten the odds, with a sly acknowledgment and revitalised solidarity of character.
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