Do you ride alone? A personal experience that happened on May 13th has me reevaluating my propensity to ride alone when documenting roads for the site, or any time for that matter.
It had been awhile since I was out and about. It was clear and sunny, so I decided it was time [...]
Colder now, I’ve climbed above 3000 ft. The roadsides are rock strewn with patches of ice encrusted snow. It seems darker. I know I’m riding further away from safety. My mind gently probes the idea of being lost, hurt, my broken body hidden down a hill or beneath a cover of branches. I contemplate facing death on this road. With a headshake, I reject those thoughts and refocus on being smooth.
A bull, barbed wire and a fast bike.
